Again, I don the white mask,

the only thing protecting my identity

from the rest of the world.

From Them.

From Her.

I know she's one of Them now.

The engagement was etched

over an entire page of the Prophet

for any and all to see.

And my 'friends' made sure I did.

I still do not understand

what someone so pure

could ever see in Him.

But then again,

She once saw some good in me as well.

Away for an afternoon,

creating the screams and shouts

piercing the little village.

My companions enjoy their evening after

with wine, fine cakes, and laughter.

I join in,

but there's no food or laughs for me.

I leave as quickly as possible.

I don't enjoy our activities as they do.

Every face I saw today,

every person I murdered,

was one of Her friends.

If She saw me now,

She would see nothing but as I am:

A monster.

A killer.

A Death Eater.

She was wrong about me.

There is no good in me,

there never was.

"You've chosen your way, and I've chosen mine."

It seems She was right.

I'm sorry,

my dearest,

Lily.