Are you positive? The fairy godmother asked for the final time, Remember, if the outcome is the same, all of the pain will hit at the same time. Tenfold what you feel now.
I am sure, she replied, I have to try.
Very well. Here we go.
The spinning sensation was intense. She could feel herself flying backwards, upside down, sideways, frontways. Time was rewinding itself. She had one shot, one chance, to save herself.
With a gasp, she felt her body meld with her past. All the pain, all the anger, fell away as if it never existed. She was standing at the door to her carriage, and there he was. Less than six inches away. She had not felt this peaceful in much too long.
Wait! she exclaimed, as he turned away. The breeze blew the smell of grass and the sound of children playing towards them, but he was silent.
We can fix this. We still have a chance. If you want to try.
He said nothing.
Do you still love me? Do you love me as you used to?
I will always care for you, he said with a steely resolve in his eyes. They were icicles as she begged for his heart. She would do anything. Anything.
Please. We can work this out. Don't you want to try?
I have tried. We're not happy anymore.
But we could be, she pleaded. Please, say you'll try. Say you'll stay. With me.
I can't.
….
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But I love you. You love me too, don't you?
Silence.
Don't you want to be with me? Or… or is there someone else? Someone you would rather be with?
…
Honestly, please… tell me. Don't lie to me.
Yes.
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…..
…
.
She let him walk away. She let him leave her. She let him disappear, right before her eyes, as her heart exploded.
All of that pain she had felt the first time, it came rushing back. But this time, it did not come in intervals, in waves… it hit her like a tsunami, flooding her heart and her lungs and her limbs and her brain until she could not see, could not hear, could not breathe… she could do nothing but fall to the ground as her body succumbed to the overwhelming tidal wave that was her heart shattering.
Piece by piece, she could feel the cracks breaking free, quicker and quicker they came, until there was nothing left to heal, to save, to love. There was nothing left. There was nothing to do but watch as her eyes faded and her soul gave in and her heart crumbled to nothing more than ash.
The fairy godmother watched from afar. She watched my heart break. But what could she do? She had warned me of the consequences. I did not listen. I let him break me. I let him tear me apart and leave before his words were finished ripping me apart, before he got to see his handy work in action.
It was all my fault.
And so I died.