FINIS TRAGŒDIA

I PLEAD WITH HER TO ALLOW ME TO ATTEMPT TO SEVER THE CONNECTION. UNDO THE BIND. SHE LAUGHS, FOR I AM BUT A FOOL, SHE IS DIVINE. HER DAILY SOJOURN IS THE ONLY TIME I HAVE TO PLAN. THE SAME BLADE FROM WHICH THE SIGIL FORMED, THE SAME DAGGER THAT DREW MY BLOOD, IT MUST NOW DRAW HERS. I ONLY HAVE ONE CHANCE. I MUST PLUNGE IT DIRECTLY INTO HER HEART. I MAKE MY APPROACH. AND THERE SHE SITS, BY THE BRIDGE, BY THE WATER. AND SHE TURNS AND SMILES. I FALTER. HOW CAN I DO THIS? HOW CAN I DESTROY WHAT I LOVE? HOW CAN I MURDER SO HEARTLESSLY ALL THAT I STILL BREATHE FOR? BUT THE SMILE FADED AS QUICKLY AS IT CAME. THE LIGHT BEHIND HER EYES REFLECTED BLACK. I DREW THE BLADE. AND WE BOTH WERE SLAIN.