Music played, and
people sang
Just for me, the church bells rang.
I never knew why I consented. My heart pained me every time I looked at him. I was painfully in love and knew that I was doomed to forever be painfully heartbroken. He was loyal to me, I think. I'm sure he didn't see other women at least. But I'd fear him when he was in a bad mood, and that was when he loved me most. He loved to see me scared, and it took over twenty years for me to realize that he always had.
Now he's gone, I
don't know why
And till this day, sometimes I cry
He
didn't even say goodbye
He didn't take the time to lie.
The great Blaise Zambini. An amazing wizard, a true genius, and a winning man. Some would call me lucky, but in the end I realized that I never had been. It was either Blaise or me.
So, late one night, while he was in bed, I stayed up. I drank strange potions and burned plants. At three in the morning, as he lay sleeping, a pushed open the door. My pupils had widened and in my hand I held my wand. I took his off the bedside table, but I almost jumped as the white curtains brushed me, as they moved in the cool, night wind.
I pointed our wands at his face and leaned back a little, bracing myself. The floor creaked loudly and he jerked awake, and I cast the spell.
I cried over a hollow body for hours before disposing of it, my eyes mad with grief and the strange potions that intoxicated my body. I had finally won, I told myself. I truly beat him this time. The last time.
But, as I stared through the curtains and out into the acres of land before me I was sure I felt the icy tendrils of fingers clasping my shoulders. I was sure I felt a cool breath blowing into my ear. I was sure I felt the ghostly curls of his hair against my face. Shutting my eyes I took the last potion I had made, the one that hung on a chain around my neck. I put the flask to my lips and swallowed it. I barely had time to shudder.
Bang bang, he
shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful
sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down.