A/N: Because Edel is one of my favorite characters maybe ever. There doesn't need to be another reason. Spoilers, so tread carefully. Read and review if you like, it's fun!
Pas De Deux
She could feel the fire eating away at her, could feel the flames biting at her, charring her black.
But she didn't mind. How could she mind when it was right there in front of her: the happily ever after, the way the story ended, the way that horrible Drosselmeyer had sworn it wouldn't. Ahiru-chan finally had her prince, the prince she deserved, and they were performing the prettiest pas de deux Edel had ever seen.
And she knew that she had finally witnessed what love was like. If only, she thought, if only I had time to feel it myself. If only.
But that was a regret she could not feel, not really. She could not feel anything and Ahiru and Mytho could because of what she did.
Ahiru was happy and Mytho was happy. Everyone was happy and would live happily ever after. The way it was supposed to be.
She watched and watched the dance until her body crumbled beneath her, until her eyes burnt up and she fell away to nothing. For Edel had been nothing more than organ-ground memories, and forgotten fairytales, and pretty jewels that never really had anything in them at all.
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