A hand grabs hers, surprising -scaring- her. Whirling round she sees Jace laughing at her, his eyes closed tightly in his mirth.
No...
He's staring at her, his eyes searching hers. Out of the corner of her eye she spots a black raven watching them.
No...
She's singing. 'If I die young, bury me in satin...' Her mothers glaring at her.
No...
She's untangling his hair as he starts to heal his wounds, a smirk on his lips...
No.
They're dancing, his hands guiding and twirling her around the room...
No...
They're separated, blindly searching for each other in the dark. She can't see, but she has to find him.
No!
Her neck snaps with an audible crack. Her murderer hisses in pleasure at Jace's scream, and her mothers wail.
Not my best work, but need to get over this writers block by posting something, and getting feedback. (Hint, Hint)