This is the end, beautiful friend.
Nick wandered the castle, finding himself unsettled for no particular reason. It was the middle of the night, all was silent in the school, except for the occasional hoot of an owl. He didn't know why he had woken, but something was not right, it was a feeling he'd felt only on a few rare occasions.
Can you picture what will be, so limitless and free.
The message reached him as the clock tolled four am, informing him that his presence was required at St. Mungos Hospital, by request of one Rita Elizabeth Skeeter. The slip of paper fell to the floor as his world came crashing down around him.
Lost in a Roman wilderness of pain.
Nick found himself staring at a pallid, possessed body, lying on what were once perfectly white sheets, stained by vomit and sweat. The dirty blonde curls clung to her wet forehead as she tossed and turned on what Nick knew would be her deathbed.
She saw him.
He saw her.
There's danger on the edge of town.
They had pumped her with drugs and potions, trying to make her last moments free of pain. She tried to push out words, all Nick heard was babble, Rita couldn't string a sentence together. He tried to hold her hand, but it slipped through her weak hands.
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby.
He muttered sweet nothings into her ear, watching as the life drained from her body. She slipped in and out of consciousness, trying to tell him something, trying to kiss his frozen lips. Tears burst forth from his silver eyes, he couldn't bear to watch.
The blue bus is callin' us. Driver, where you taking us?
"Love you." The words spilled from her ashen lips, a last testimony to her adoration before the final wisps of life fell away from her, leaving only a broken and bruised body. His Rita was gone.
The end, it hurts to set you free, but you'll never follow me.