A gasp escaped me as vines from all over snapped at me, wrapping around my arms, legs, and torso. They were tight and easily cut off my circulation. I looked at her and as she glared at me, confusion seeped through me.
But then I saw it. Her blue eyes that had anger and hurt all in one, that long curly hair that I had saw so many times before but instead of the fire red I remembered, her was a golden blonde, and then there was how dangerous she looked as she stood there, crouched down, a hiss escaping her red lips, ready to pounce like a cat. Ready to kill.
How many times had I looked into those deep blue eyes and not seen this? How could I have not realized what she had been planning? How could I not see the hurt on her face all those time? Why didn't I realize that I was just never meant to have a happy ending, as much as I wanted to?
I sighed and looked down, giving up the struggle against the vines that wrapped around my body, my jet black shaggy hair falling over my eyes, but I looked through the curtain of hair to look at her beautiful face twisted with anger, but still, even though I knew I was about to die, I didn't fight. There was no way I would be able to harm her. I loved her. I lived for her. She was my life. My soul. My imprint.
My imprint was going to kill me.
