I stand at his grave and even though I see his name on the grave, I don't believe that he is dead.
Andy. My high school sweetheart.
My boyfriend.
He had came back into my life recently, and I remembered how he made me feel before.
Before I discovered that I was a witch.
And not just any witch. A charmed one. The most powerful of witches.
And for the last few month's I was getting used to being a witch and balancing those duties with my job and Andy.
And it wasn't easy. Andy and I kept getting interupted. I ran away but he was still there.
Even when he found out that my two sister's and I were witches. He protected us.
But protecting us is what got him killed.
My sister's and I got him killed.
And all I want to do is pretend that I am "normal", that I am not a charmed one.
I want to walk away from magic.
But I can't do that. My sister's and I help people, and we need our power's to do that.
And we have demon's after us every week, too.
I know that Andy would want me to use my power's to help people, like I was destined to do.
That is the only reason why I continue with magic; to help innocent's.
I don't want any personal gain from magic.
I may be a charmed one, but I don't feel very charmed.
Magic has killed the man I love and I can't help but worry that it will claim more people that I love.
Why do I have power's if I can't save the people who matter most to me?