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[b][color=E8A7AB]Time:[/color][/b]Evening
[b][color=E8A7AB]Location:[/color][/b]Home
[b][color=E8A7AB]Mentions:[/color][/b][@Tae] Marius[/center]
 
Flames engulfing a house with ravenous hunger on par with starved hyenas
Smoke billowing into the sky for all the world to see
A scream of ear-deafening despair

There was not much Emelie could do to escape these flashes but it was always that scream that rescued her from them. The hot air caressing her skin felt the same as it had at that moment. She leaned her palms on the counter-top, watching as tendrils of smoke emerged from the pot as the soup heated on the stove. Her hair was tied up in an overly neat bun and a frilly white apron laid over her blue dress. She lowered the heat and took a few steps away from the stove to move to the fridge. The container she pulled out from the back of the freezer did not contain ice cream like one might have hoped. After pulling a glove onto her right hand, she opened the container and took out a small, cold heart. 

She gripped the heart of a frog in her gloved hand soon enough just as tightly as she held on to everything else in her life. In her other hand, she clasped a small bracelet, one of the many trinkets and gifts Marius showered her with. All she had to do now was cast the spell. These were the gifts she had given Marius nightly: dinner and a love spell. With each spell, she could feel a hole in her heart grow with the same force the love hit Marius. His words, his gifts, and his hugs all slowly filled the void less and less yet it felt like stopping would only break her heart into a million pieces. The feeling was like a vice on her heart, squeezing with just enough pressure to bring continuous pain.

Would it be from the dark magic? Or would it be from the fact she had to force this on him?

This was a cold, ruthless member of a vampire mafia. Had he really had ever loved anyone? He could never truly love her. Each time she cast the spell and the man went over heels for her, it was a reminder of that. Their life together was just a hopeless dream that she was too scared to wake up from. Millie had been casting these spells as if she had been taking sleeping pills to keep herself in this dream. 

She deserved to be happy. After everything, there had to be someone that stayed at her side. Everyone she had dared let herself grow close to would always disappear even after she gave them everything. Marius seemed happier like this: not hurting anyone and just spending his days in the blissful glow of love. This was better than the violent life he had lived. He lived a life with a girl who would do anything and everything for him. 

[center][color=E8A7AB][i]This is our peace.[/i][/color][/center]

Her mind went through the same circles nightly, trying to rationalize a way to run away from the guilt.

Teardrops fell on to the items in her hands, puddling in small clear pearls on top of the heart. [color=E8A7AB] "Why am I always hesitating?"[/color] She whispered under her own breath. Who was to say this did not count as real? What was real love anyway? If it made them both happier, why was it wrong?

That was when a voice from the past echoed in her mind. [i]"Love is when you are willing to put others before yourself."[/i]

Millie bit down on her lip. She had tried so hard to forget that voice and yet here he was, surfacing in her mind to make things harder just as he had always done. Putting the other person hadn't worked out the time she had gotten that advice. 

[center][color=E8A7AB][i]Maybe I'm just unworthy of love.[/i][/color][/center]

Glancing down at her shaking hands, she finally threw the heart on the ground and slid back against the island counter to sit on the floor, still clutching the bracelet. There was only maybe another half hour before the spell would wear off on Marius. There was no denying the pain this was bringing her and would ultimately be brought to the man she loved if she continued this selfish charade. The chance he'd just kill her when he found out was there and perhaps that was for the best.