Prologue

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"Excuse me!?" My fiancée hisses.
"I don't want kids Nymphadora, we're not stable enough." I repeat.
"Don't call me Nymphadora." She growls.
"For gods sake. It's your name." I groan. She tries to kiss me and I push her away.
"What do you mean we aren't stable?" She asks, circling back to the conversation I dreaded having with her.
"I mean we break up any time we have a fight. We're not stable." I explain. Before I realise what happened my eyesight is slick with blood. "WHAT THE HELL NYMPHADORA!"
She just laughs, mocking me. I get up and put on my jacket.
"If you walk out that door, don't bother coming back." She threatens.
"That sounds like the best idea you've had all year." I mutter as I leave. All I hear as I walk down the corridor is her screaming.

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