THE WITCH'S LETTER
It was just warm at first. But the warmth later becomes a burn. It becomes pain. Big flames surrounded me. It looked like I had no chance of escape.
My love was like these flames. It is warm and comforting at first, but then it "betrays" you, and it burns you, give you nothing but pain.
But this is my fate. It has always been. A witch like me are not supposed to love, especially not when it's the prince that I love.
Even when I loved you, I really loved you...
It started when I was all alone, sitting in the rain, cold, hungry. I had nothing but a ripped dress on me, and my long, pink hair had become badly damaged from fire. After having escaped from yet another crowd of angry people wanting to kill me because of my witchcraft, I came here. I had nothing, I knew nobody. Then you came. You stood above me, staring at me kindly with those bright, purple eyes that were in the exact same color as your long hair. You smiled at me, and reached your hand, without knowing who I really was.
You let me stay at your palace, so I wouldn't have to stay out on the streets, without roof or food. I stayed for a long time, I got to know you. And as I got to know you better, I slowly but surely...
Fell in love. And you did too.
We were madly in love with eachother. It was true love. We promised each other that we would always be together. I was so in love with him that I forgot I was a witch.
I barely practiced my witchcraft, I nearly forgot most of it. It would go months before I remembered what I would usually do.
Then I one day, after having been with you for years, decided to forget my past as a witch. The things I had made as a witch, I wanted to trow them all away. I wanted to take everything away. Then she saw me. The pretty priest that everyone loved. She saw me take out all of my things that I had hidden, that I now wanted to take away.
She looked at me, like she couldn't believe that it was me, that I was a witch. But that look quickly dissapeared, and she looked at me with an angry look, yelling "WITCH".
People heard about it quickly, and I tried explaining, but they didn't listen. They surrounded me, and then I saw you stand in the back. I tried yelling your name, but you didn't believe me either. You, like everyone else would rather believe the pretty, teal haired priest who wouldn't listen to me, instead of listening to the one who truly loved you, though they all said our love was only witchcraft.
You walked closer, and I thought you were going to believe me, trust me. But you suddenly dissapeared. I thought you had escaped the scene, but instead, you stood behind me, and cut of my hair.
The hair you said was so beautiful, and that it would be so pretty if I grew it long. I was happy when you said that, so I grew it out long.
But because I was a witch, you thought it all was fake. You cut my hair, as if you wanted to cut our bond away.
Then they tied me up to this cross, putting it on fire. I didn't run away, I was sure you would save me.
But you didn't. The only thing you did was take the hair you held in your hand, and trow it at the fire surrounding me, like you were saying "now there's nothing left of our bond".
I was hurt. My love for you was true. It wasn't witchcraft. I never used witchcraft on you.I really loved you. But now everything's gone.
"Was it really true that you love me, 'prince'?! What happened to our promise!?"
Those were the last words I said to you, before I muttered the only spell I could remember, and I got wings and flew off.
I will never forget you, Gakupo, and I will always love you, even after that betrayal.
I will never forget the way you looked at me before you heard about me being a witch. Please, remember that. I am more than a witch.
Sincerely, your Luka.