A/N: This is the authoresses first try at slash, so please be nice to her! The next part will be from Pip's point of view.

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Ah, Pip. It was your eyes that did me in. I remember them, back before they lost their sweet hues. Back when they were reminiscent of a blooming summer, of a blooming love.

I was afraid when Gemma arrived. Poor, bereaved, Gemma, she of the red locks and startling eyes that held the same power as yours, the power to bewitch the mind into hoped that this would work out, it would, it could be you and me.

Before the berries and their poison touch upon you sweet, wonderful lips, their taste still dear on my own.

You and me.

Pip and Fee.

A thing of great and terrible beauty.