Her pale fingers slowly unlatched the door in the pitch black night, simply; she knew what she was doing. She ran quietly to the same spot. Every day. Just to meet him. He was chivalrous, gallant, everything any girl could ever dream about. She ducked underneath the wicked branches that jutted out from the tree, patiently waiting on the arrival of her lover. He came, after what seemed like millenniums of her just waiting and waiting. She never lost faith. As soon as she saw his shadow break through the absolute night, she arranged a smile on her beautiful face, calling out in her sweet, charming voice, and he threw back a dazzling smile that challenged her own. That night was different, from all those other mind numbing adventures, this would be something incredibly new, something she had never imagined. Before she could breathe in his incapacitating scent, he took the dagger to her neck and pushed her up against the tree. As he cut evenly through her soft flesh, still warm from her layers of fabric, protecting her from the wintery night, his face held no remorse. It was then she realized that he had never loved her. And he never would. So she made a vow that night. She would never let impure love survive. She would never let anyone feel the heartbreak she was feeling right now. Everyone who lied in the crooked game of love would die.
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