Authors Notes: No money made, but lots of time wasted. Companion to "Poised on the Cusp of a Dream." Exactly 100 words. Thank you for your reviews. This is one of my first plot driven fics. Let me know how the story goes.
Title: Montague
"During those twenty years Montague dwelled upon my passing forgoing a life he should have lived and withholding the love he should have shared. Montague must have traveled for days to the ancient location of the veil; it possessed more power there than it does now. Then I felt the undeniable force of his heart calling pulling on my soul. I had to ease his pain and loneliness," she relayed.
"We were so happy together for eighty years." She paused to stare at the Potions Master.
"The horror of my existence began the day my Montague died," she cried hoarsely