I thought I would never get over it. Though everyone promised me I would. For me, it was always meant to be. Though, now I think about it. It defied law on both sides of the mythological world. It was wrong. But for me, it was so right.
I was heartbroken that night. Even though I knew it was coming. I knew it; I had tried to prepare for it. But when I heard those words, in that forest, my world came crashing down. I don't think I ever really got over it. That's probably why I'm here now. I'm not quite sure how I got here. It feels like fate. Well, if that counts as fate, seeing as I planned it. Planned my own fate.
I travelled all night. Since I've changed I suppose I should have really got over it. But I just don't know why but I can't. I can't let go. Maybe I'm completely screwed in the head now. That's what everyone said before I left. They think I've committed suicide. In a way, I have. But now I'm better for it. And I'm finally ready.
I stand here now, a new person. The saying goes, "Hell hath no anger like a woman's scorn." Well I am a new woman. And I have been scorned.