For either way you choose, you will never be able to win this battle. Must you continue to fight the inevitable? Although it is a humorous thing to watch, the struggle within you is purely pathetic. Your only freedom will be found with you giving up, I guarantee that. The sooner you reach that realization, the sooner you will be released. Dearest, the dark is calling for you. Give and up and accept it.

I am torn. There is honor; the morals that have spent the past six years intertwining with witnessed goodness, the things I know are right to do. This is not right, but I am torn by politics and the façade of a public image I compose in more worlds than one. With those two abstract ideals, I am torn. But then I hear my beloved's scream and it's all over for me. I see the sweat that builds upon his face, and the tears that threaten to spill forth. I hear the scream born from the agony of Crucio crack from his throat.

Weep for my Atlas and the burden he bears, for it should be mine.

It is mine. It is my choice in the end. It's the battle betwixt the voices in my head, and to what this meddlesome heart's trying to whisper to me.

I cannot let him die because of my selfishness.

My decision is already made before the serpentine eyes bare into mine, before the raspy voice gains authority over the other voices in my head. It's already my downfall before he asks one last time.

I'm numb. I cannot feel anything at this moment. But that is fine. I am fine- no that is a lie, but I lie to myself on an everyday basis, this is no different. So it's no different when I nod my head, when I taste the blood from biting my lip too hard- a liqueur of tragedy and tears that will surely come.

I push up the left sleeve of my robe, letting all those who are silent spectators see the scars- old and new they fill up my arm. The wand's tip is pressed to my arm; the tale has already gone through happily ever after before it's once upon a time.

"Falling is just another way of flying" I remind myself.

It is then when I die, I see my life flash before my eyes- everything that I've worked up to before this point, the heartbreak and melancholy, the laughter, the tears, the love and lust. The fires of midnight and the midday broom rides. I miss it all at this moment,

This is the end.

This is the beginning.

The Prince and The Princess

By ThyFaerieQueene

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