I didn't mean for this to happen. We were so sure that we had been careful to avoid the Carabiniere, but someone sold us out. I pleaded and begged my parents to just make it all disappear, but they had decided to do something much more sinister. Anton, my dearest love, would be executed. And I would have to witness his beauty tarnished by a blade to his neck on a platform in the center of the region. Its elegance could not compare to the one whose blood would drip to the ground.
As I watched Anton be forced up to the guillotine, I had to hold back my urge to go up to him and run away from this place. As my cheeks were reddened by my burning anger and sadness, I felt a tear slowly roll down my cheek, but I wiped it away before my parents saw it. As the tear is wiped away, I feel eyes on my back.
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Transformation
FantasyJust a little story I had to write for a class, don't know if I should continue it though... *Credits to the creator of the cover, it's not my own*