I Don’t Care About Anything But Keeping

I Had Never Given Much Thought To How I Would Die, But Dying In The Place Of Someone I Love Doesn't Seem Like Such A Bad Way To Go.

No One Had To Tell Me Anything. I Know What I Am

I Peeked Up At Him One More Time, And Regretted It. He Was Glaring Down At Me Again, His Black Eyes Full Of Revulsion. As I Flinched Away From Him, Shrinking Against My Chair, The Phrase If Looks Could Kill Suddenly Ran Through My Mind.

I Didn’t Realize I Was Crying Until It Was Time To Say The Blinding Words. ‘i Do,’ I Managed To Choke Out In A Nearly Unintelligible Whisper... When It Was His Turn To Speak, The Words Rang Clear And Victorious. ‘i Do,’ He Vowed.

I Couldn‘t Make Sense Of The Mess In My Head. Diego Was Dead, And That Was The Main Thing, The Devastating Thing. Other Than That, The Fight Was Over, My Coven Had Lost And My Enemies Had Won. But My Dead Coven Was Full Of People Who Would Have Loved To Watch Me Burn, And My Enemies Were Speaking To Me Kindly When They Had No Reason To.