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He is leaving again. Early, before she awakens.
He is quiet, careful not to rouse her...
...but she is awake. He is off to meet his *** again. It had been happening for weeks.
He would run off early in the morning, and when he returned in the evening, he smelt of lavender.
What evil was she that he could no longer even kiss her goodbye?
She must not lose him. She must see who he is hiding.
He walks quickly, and she must struggle to keep up. She is cold, and he has long legs.
He is tall, but still she almost loses him amongst the crowd.
Finally, he stops, and she sees the lavender *** for the first time. They are close. Intimate. He had found someone who did not repulse him.
They laugh, and drink their coffee, and read their papers together. Her heart sinks lower. This is not a ***. This is a mistress.
Her heart is broken. She has nothing to live for. He is everything. Without him, she is nothing.
She had never learnt to swim. Water had always frightened her. Like the Wicked Witch of the West. She was evil, she needed to die.
A single step. But no. It may fail. She may lose her resolve, climb back out.
There. The fall and the water, without chance of escape.
She feels no hate for him. It's her fault. She hopes he will be happy. She sees the beautiful skyline, and then climbs over the edge.
She is alone. She is empty. Witches do not get happy endings. She again hopes he will be happy...with his Dorothy.
The water. The last thing she will see.
Her eyes close for the last time.
She hits the water, and feels herself melt away, just like the witch. Her final thought; she is content.
He is called. He does not understand.
He is angry.
He does not understand why she has done this. He loved her.
He wanted to get married.
He wanted to get married.
He had been meeting the wedding planner.
Seeking help to find the perfect engagement ring.
The ring he would never present her with.
The girl who thought she was a witch.