My feet slowly skim over the top of the water, my footsteps creating the tiniest ripples. Midnight is near. The hour. Your hour. Fireflies dance around my head, hovering over the endless waters. I am holding the Lightflower you gave me. You know, the one you gave me the day before you left me for that other fae? You said that Light Faeries held no more charms for you. Only the Fire Fae interested you now.
Oh well. I suppose it doesn't matter anymore. You're already gone. And there is nothing left for me.
Standing in the center of Infinity Lake, I raise my hands, waiting for you, the Death Fae of Hour Twelve.
Darkness falls from the heavens, black tendrils looping around my arms and legs. I see your sad smile as my dress made of light slips from my body, instantly replaced with a black ballgown. My beloved Lightflower shirvels and darkens. As I slip beneath the waves of Death, I cradle to my chest a single black rose.
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