Cath buried her face in her arms, crying until she couldn't see anymore. She half expected there to be a knock on the window, but she knew that there was no hope.
She raised her blurred eyes to the rose Jest had given her, it was turning brown and losing its petals. She still remembered when he gave it to her; that night from which he had saved her. She brought the prickly rose to her heart, it punctured her skin, leaving a trail of blood falling down her breast.
There was a tender knock on the door, Mary Anne stuck her head out to look at Cath.
"Cath-"
Cath got up from her dresser then walked up to the door and slammed it, not caring about what Mary Anne had to say. It was all her fault, but, Cath had to blame herself; she was the one who decided to go after her.
Cath slumped against the door, then slid down it until her bottom reached the floor. There was no way that she could recover from this - she was broken. Forever.
"Jest-" she moaned, wishing he could hear her from somewhere. She remembered her dreams of him, they were the only real thing she had left of him, and they weren't even enough.
She remembered her dream of him lowering her onto a bed of rose petals, then kissing her so passionately and sweetly, his golden yellow eyes staring at her softly, his dimples rising at the fact that she was with him . . .
All of a sudden, there was a tap on the window.
Cath looked up, then raced to the window as fast as she could. She opened the window, where a pair of yellow eyes were shiny against the moonlight.
"Jest!" She screamed, she opened the window, then threw herself at him. Jest had to hold onto the tree branch that was beside him to keep him from falling out the window.
"Cath- I'm sorry," he said softly, she couldn't hear him over her relief. He awkwardly pulled himself into her chambers, she didn't let go of him for a second.
"Jest-" She said, her heart felt like it was going to stop working if she let go of him, she eventually lifted her head to look at him, her eyes pooling with tears. He looked into her eyes, her eyes were desperately looking into his.
"Cath. . ." he said, but she couldn't hear him over the sound of her beating heart. "I'm so sorry," Jest said quietly, Cath shook her head. Cath leaned closer so she could kiss him, she closed her eyes, thinking of the place where they had their first kiss. He had carried her to the magical treacle well where he healed her, where it felt like only they existed for a brief amount of time.
Then, when they first kissed, it was special. Then, it felt like he was there.
But. . .
When Cath reached to touch his chest, there was no steady heartbeat. She reached her fingers to his lips, there was no warm breath coming from his nose and onto her hand.
"Cath," Jest said again. He didn't smile, he didn't try to tell a joke to make her laugh, he simply leaned in to kiss her forehead softly.
Cath looked at him through teary eyes, she blinked to swipe the tears away, when she opened her eyes again, she was alone.
She couldn't hear anything, she couldn't feel her heart beating. Cath couldn't speak, when she looked down at her empty hands, they were soaked in blood. Her blood.
She placed her hand over her chest, but there was a hole where her heart was supposed to be, her throat ran dry. Cath looked up in fright, there were three hands, holding her thumping heart, pulling it away from her, one step at a time. Cath's body fell to the ground, broken.
"Cath, I love you,"