Prompt 2 : Cut Off

There was always going to have to be a choice, and in the back of her head she knew that. She was aware that this was no playground romance, much as everyone would tell her so. Always two paths, no more distinct than when he whirled away into that dark place in his mind Ophelia had retreated from; his love her sun and comfort. He was drifting away and she knew she would have to decide; the family she loved or the prince she adored. She could only save one; and only by agreeing to hateful plans could this be done. She blinked, swallowed and nodded. Oh, Hamlet, she thought, I free thee with all of my love. But Hamlet was gone from her; his raving counterpart left behind. Her love thrown to the wind; and as the biggest part of her, she quickly followed.


A/N: Part two! :D Loving it. By the way, this is all set pre World War Two in case you wonder for the later ones. ;) It's a cool little time frame, I think. :D

- Wraithlike