Run away with me
He said, over and over again. When the sunless days became starless nights. When the alabaster white became overbearing. When the company of others more heartless than herself became sheer loneliness.
Run away with me
He whispered in her ear as she drew pictures of people she had yet to meet, people she had met but never saw again, and people whose lives she longed to be a part of.
Run away with me
He beckoned, earnestly, when all that engulfed her were the sickeningly-sweet smell of red roses, the painful sound of electricity in the stale air, the biting warmth of an untamable fire.
Run away with me
He pleaded, holding her hands knowing full well that as he spoke, her valiant prince stormed the castle, the stronghold of lies and illusions.
Run away with me
He implored, fearing that this would be the last time he saw her soft smile and her once bright cerulean eyes.
A chance to end this before it began. A chance to leave and never have to regret. A chance to be free.
Run away with me