Too late.
She should have been looking.
She gave a shaky breath, a glance to the Veil.
She should have seen Bellatrix.
She gave a glance to the door the woman who killed her lover ran though.
She should have warned him.
She shut her eyes tight, trying to undo the last 20 minutes, the last hour, the last day.
But she didn't.
She couldn't.
And now he was dead.
A/N this story is very ansty. Very. Like, super duper and all the rest of it. Why? We don't know. Im currently depressed, not that I know why, and so I'm writing this story. DONT WORRY! Im still writing all my jess stories, but im publishing this while I write the 3rd one so you wont kill me. :D
Reviews make me happy again. Or is that just bi-polar?
Ps this story is like really short. Like, less than a thousand words. Super short.