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Where is my mind?
Apocalyptic.
That's one word I might use to describe the situation, looking back at it now.
You stood there in my bedroom, your hair mussed, your clothing wrinkled, sadness making your brown eyes shine. I wanted you. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to take you into my arms and kiss your soft red lips until the tears dried and the sun dripped below the horizon. I wanted to make you mine, to do the one thing you were asking of me.
The one thing I couldn't do.
My world was about to be torn apart, a bomb set to go off, a missile to be launched, and I was so close to the center of the target, the small span of a breath away. You were delicate and vulnerable. Breakable. Pale skin. Warm blood.
I had to make you forget my soul, make you know I never existed.
I wanted you to know me always.
I knew how he felt now, the raven abandoning the cardinal. I knew the reasoning behind his betrayal. How can love go on when life has halted in its tracks, when you can no longer be a part of it?
If it were easy, I never would have done it. The right thing never is.
You stood in front of me like a holiday gift I had always wanted, all wrapped in blue cotton, your beauty sparkling like the stars, and I came to you tarnished and torn. When was the last time we held each other? Your touch used to melt the hurt away. Now it burns like ice.
I had hoped to protect you from everything, to keep you from the war you could never see, but my pain pulled you in. You were never meant to be here. We were never supposed to be.
Magic and Muggle. Pain had caused me to age, forced me into an early adulthood, and your love kept you young, pure. I was destined to hurt you from the beginning. Black ink tainting white paper. Sharp edges in clay that hasn't fully set. You can never fit a square peg into a round hole. What was it that man said to us at the book shop? A rude comment about improperly partnered genders. I had never seen you so angry, and so beautiful. You threw a dictionary at his head. Homophobia made you livid.
You were my favorite tragedy. The tears in your beautiful eyes spilled over as I lifted my wand, and you began to beg. I couldn't take the begging, Bella.
Your pain tore my world apart.
"Obliviate."