A/N: This is a short little story I wrote long ago, and now decided to type it up and put on here. Hopefully you guys like it. I write tons of little exerts and scenes of stories I'm writing, but find it hard to actually condense them into one thing. If you want to give me a writing prompt, feel free to do so.
Write a quick love story. The story must end badly.
Arms encompassed her, holding her small body against his. His fingers pressed into her waist in a possessive manner, much like the python suffocating its prey. She did not fight the man holding her, because there was no possible way to escape his interest. The man snuggled against her, his nose brushing against the side of her neck, causing goosebumps to appear. She could recall how much she imagined being in this man's arms, the fantasy never leaving her as if it were a curse. It seemed to be a curse to her, as she was with the person she had promised 'till death do them part - and now, death is what parted them. It was something she had witnessed, too late to stop it. She was never going to see his grey eyes again. Never see them sparkle with the only emotion he ever showered to her… his undying love. She met him, while running off to do an errand to the Apothecary to get some ingredients to fix up the potion for her best friend to help him on his full moon nights. He had been rather cold and withdrawn to her at first, but the more they started bumping into one another, the more he had begun to warm up to her. His mother was rather skeptical of her at first, but her favorite niece had said something to her, that seemed to cause the heartless old bat to warm up to her. Now, the reason behind it was so much clearer to her now. The man holding her in this moment, in a loving embrace much like her late husband caused an ache in her chest. Had his interest been piqued at the same niece's comment to her mother-in-law? But what was for sure, this man always got what he wanted. A marriage did nothing to dissuade him. He just went ahead, and took. Took her husband with a face full of satisfaction, and all she could do now was to stare down at the vacant grey eyes, and the frozen aristocratic features of her dead husband.