Reality and Fantasy
A/N: An apparently dark one hundred word (exactly) drabble. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters or situations
Reality can be blistering sometimes.
Her head spun round as she saw the blonde boy approach her across the room, his features sharp and pale – eyes that screamed hatred.
She had to think of a curse, of something, anything to save herself from him. And she tried, she did. But, her lips could not make the words, could not form them.
It would be her death, her death wish, but she couldn't kill him. She braced herself for the inevitable flash of green light, waiting.
Reality can be blistering sometimes, it's best not to live in a fantasy world.
A/N: I'd love a review. Grins sheepishly.
