Disclaimer: I don't own 'The Worst Witch.'
A/N: This was inspired by the Kasabian song 'Goodbye Kiss' though I only heard it a week ago or so, after it was covered by Lana Del Rey ( but of course, you must know me by now;) ) It's a really beautiful cover, so I suggest you check it out. :)
In the grand Sammi tradition of starting a multi-chapter fic, I have absolutely no idea where this is going, but after this chapter it'll probably go back in time for the most part.
Doomed from the start, we met with a goodbye kiss ...
Goodbye Kiss
She felt nothing.
As the full impact of the spell hit: the raw energy coursed through her entire frame, streams of bright red magic encircled her whole body, snaking around it in a mesmerising pattern before crushing it tight; there was no mercy, there was no remorse, the pressure unrelenting; like a heavy-handed fist crushing the petals of a flower, the fragile petals shredding into nothing but mere pieces that wouldn't even catch in the wind and blow through the air.
Her breathing was shallow, ragged gasps quietly escaping from her lips as her throat constricted, her oxygen was running out, every breath she took she struggled more than the last, she knew she wasn't able to hang on much longer; the existence of her life was flickering listlessly; like the flame of a candle battling against a strong wind. It was only a matter of time before the flame died away to nothing. Her body was exhausted, her energy completely spent; even fighting to keep her eyes open was a lost cause.
Everything was numb, all her senses lost as she drifted in limbo, the agony she was being subjected to was so overwhelming she couldn't even scream. Her vision was starting to swim; blackness seeping into the corners of her eyes, she tried to fight against the darkness that was threatening to envelope her, but it was a losing battle. It was getting stronger and more prominent, while her resolve was weakening. She was trying to hold on, knowing that the moment she gave into it that would be it; she was trying hard, but the outcome seemed to be inevitable.
She heard nothing.
She didn't hear as the blood-curdling scream pierced the air, echoing in the vast Great Hall; the scream so sharp it could cut through glass. She didn't hear her name being called over and over again; the desperation in the tone all too present, it started as a shriek but it soon died away to a whisper, the words barely gracing the air as the whispered voice cracked with emotion and raw pain, their pleas begging her to wake up, pleading with her; their heartbreak underlying and yet blatantly obvious for all to see, like a spotlight shining down on the stage, but she didn't hear … she didn't answer.
She saw nothing.
As the features of the face she had come to know so well swam into view. The hot salty tears falling from those cheeks with an uncontrollable force, the droplets splashing down onto her cold forehead as those arms cradled her almost lifeless body in their arms; pulling her close to them, holding on for dear life, scared that if they let go, or even relinquished their grip for even a second, she would be taken from them.
She felt something.
Something broke through.
Something brushed against her lips.
It was a kiss.
That one kiss held more than anything ever could, it poured everything into it. Every emotion, every feeling, every tear: everything that had ever been said, everything that hadn't; everything that now never would be said. The words forever lost in time.
It was too late.
The last thing she felt were those lips as they finally parted from her own, ending that perfect and sorrowful moment, the void between them closed; their fate sealed forever.