He stands before my love, coaxing her towards him. That 25 year old man-coat, armor, sword and all, wanting my 14 year old darling to come with him. I don't think so. I grab her hand so I can hold her back if she tries to go to him. "Just do it," he says. "Just say the words, and these wings are yours-forever." He holds up a pair of pitch black wings. Not the fake stuff you find at Dollar General, Walmart, or a costume store. Real wings. The perfect thing to bribe my girl with. "These wings were made for you. They are a missing part of YOU." She's under a trance, hypnotized by the thought of being free. She takes a step toward him, but I pull her back, stepping between them. I won't let her do this. It's a trap. A trick. I know as soon as she agrees and leaves with him, I will never see her again. Not in this life, not in the next one, not in the afterlife. I can't let her do this. She sits down on the ground, by my feet. Nothing happens for awhile. But time passes and he looks down at her. He smiles, then laughs. And laughs and laughs and laughs. I look to my beautiful rose and my heart stops. Tears streaming down her face, she shows me the scars on her legs. Nothing like she's ever gotten in battle. These wounds were purposely made. Having both lost and won, he disappears. And I fall to the ground, hug her, saying, "Baby never cut." The tears keep on rolling, and I keep on holding her. Kiss her forehead, take her to my room, I gently clean her cuts. And I let her know that no matter what, she'll always be enough.
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