"My sword is one inch away from slicing your neck. My victory is one inch away, yet why can't I do it, Althea? What kind of spell have you cast on me to have me thinking about you all day?!"
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Byeol meets a tragic death at age nineteen...
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My head spinned as I tried to remember why I was mad at the woman in front of me, but before I could restrain myself, I was already jumping at her.
She fell to the ground with my body on top of hers, my legs on either side of her and my hands securing her wrists above her hands.
Tears fell from her pretty blue eyes as she spoke, but for some reason I couldn't hear her. Actually, I couldn't hear anything. All I knew was that I was mad at her, so mad that I could actually kill her.
It felt as if my anger radiated off me.
"Aias..!" Her muffled voice ringed in my ears, but nothing else. I couldn't hear her say anything but my name, and I couldn't help how I felt when I heard it fall from her lips. It felt right, like it was the only name I wanted to hear fall of her lips.
End her.
The voice in my head spoke again, causing a wave of pain to wash over me. My head felt heavy, then it felt light, then it felt as if my vision was abandoning me.
I didn't know which of my senses I had left as I took my sword out of it's seath.
"Aias!" Her voice rung again, more worried, and I was wondering why she wasn't fighting back.
I kept her wrists secured above her head with one hand, while with my free hand, I held the sword by it's hilt. I positioned it just above her neck, with the sharp side facing her flesh.
She shook her head, drowning in her tears and choking on her words as she looked at me with eyes that almost made me give in to her pleading. Almost.
End her!
This time it hurt so much I had to shut my eyes, as if that would help cease the pain.
What is happening to me?
Oh, I know. If I do what the voice says - it'll stop. The pain will subside. All I have to do is-
Her hair. Her silver hair, it's beautiful. Her eyes, too. They look like the ocean I never got to see as a child. Drowning in them, I wouldn't mind. I wouldn't mind to lose my life in an endless ocean if the last thing I saw was her eyes.
Althea.
That's her name. Now I remember. She's the one woman I've hated all my life. Why? I don't know. I just know, her and I.. we don't match. But she's so beautiful and she's looking at me with tears in her eyes and she's pleading for something that just won't reach my ears.
"Althea.." the words finally made it out of my mind. The name that's been repeating in my head ever since I remembered it. As soon as she heard my voice, her eyes widened and her trembling stopped, along with the fight she was putting up.
Why would she stop fighting? She's in danger. And why is she looking at me with so much sadness in her eyes?
