Why?

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*Happy note! No bloody battles or homicidal villains, but there is also no explanations either. Someone does die though. You have been warned. Enjoy.*


Prompt: On your eighteenth you shoot a mystic bow which is said to kill whoever is destined to kill you 3 seconds before they do. Eight years later, your arrow strikes through your SO's heart right as s/he says "I do"



His eyes sparkled warmly as he stared into my eyes. "I do." He said softly.

Tears gathered in my eyes. This was finally happening. I was about to marry the amazing man in front of me. I was going to spend the rest of my life with him.

His eyes widened and time slowed. There covered in blood and protruding from his chest was my arrow. The arrow I had shot eight years ago. The arrow that was supposed to save me pain not cause it. 

the tears fell from my eyes and I'm not entirely sure which emotion brought them about. Guilt or sorrow and at this point they are so closely tied I didn't even care. He fell forwards and I grabbed him easing us both gently to the floor. The red blood spreading through the material of my white gown. A haunting flower blooming from pain. 

I sobbed into his neck and couldn't make myself look t his face. I already knew what I would find. I would see those brown eyes that had regarded me so warmly staring blankly at the ceiling. Dull and glossy in death. 

I was vaguely aware that guest were screaming and running. some towards us and others out of the church unable to look at the tragic scene we made. But I didn't care. None of them really mattered. None of them held my soul the way he did.

I probably shouldn't have been quite so overwhelmed in my grief after all we had only met a year ago and logically I knew that since my arrow had killed him he had been about to kill me. At our wedding. But even knowing that I was still hopelessly in love with my would be killer.

I finally drew my courage and looked at his face, blurry as it was through my tears and the question fell from my lips unwelcome and unbidden. 

"Why?"


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