A/N: :3 Hi.
Well. I wrote a dumb version of this before, called The Assistant, but then I decided it was horribly written and had no plot and was just disgusting so I deleted it. ...And rewrote it. And this is it.
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p r o l o g u e

The walls of my room are black. The floors are black. The furniture is black, the bed is black, everything is black. Outside my room, the hallways are black. The other rooms are black. The exterior of the castle is black. Even the flames of the candles are black.

But the darkest, most black thing in the entire castle is the rose that I clutch tightly in my hand as I dart frantically through the maze of the hallways, trying to find the source of the unfamiliar screaming of my name. I shout back, "Where are you?" But no answer; just terrified, desperate cries.

I run faster, the stem of the rose making an indent in the palm of my hand. I turn the corner of a hallway, to be faced with the one thing I'd feared for a long time.

There he stands, clutching his bleeding chest, breathing hard, sweat dripping down his face. He glances up at me with angry eyes, but when he sees my terrified expression, they soften.

My jaw falls, and I drop the rose. The red rose that he gave me months ago, and he promised that the day the rose died would be the day he left me. The rose was fake, I'd learned that the day he gave it to me; but a few minutes earlier, as I heard his pained cries, I found it, black and withering.

"There's no way..." I choke, and he reaches out, putting his finger over my lips to silence me. He shakes his head, forcing a smile, and says, "Everything will be fine, I promise. Go, go get the others, quick...get help..."

"But what if they come back?" I ask, and he smiles, shaking his head. "They're not coming back, they've done what they wanted to do. Now go, get them, before it gets worse."

He glances at the rose and his face twists. My heart pounds faster, and I nod, dashing down the halls.

I don't think I've ever run so fast in my life.

As I run, everything flashes through my head, the past few months. All the people, all the memories, all the everything. They all swirl around, and that lump forms in my throat. It can't end now. So much just happened.

Our lives together had only just begun...