I was fully prepared for you to forfeit yourself, at long last, to my loving embrace. I am ready to embrace you, should you so desire it, and cradle you within my unassailable affection...

Don't worry about what's going to happen. If you could do anything in the world, what would it be? What would you choose? "I think... I'd like to dance under the stars." "But there aren't any stars here. I'd have to leave."

I don't want to forget you. "I don't want to forget you either. But unless we do this, you'll have to choose, right now, between me and everyone else."

It always hurts to forget at first, but then you forget the pain.

...Huh? What did you assume? "Nothing." Nono, you have to tell me now! "...Well, I figured...if the two of you were seeking some degree of privacy on your dates to do...whatever things you might do...alone......" Wh...What did you think we were doing?! We were in public!!

"AMAZING!!!!! Best expresso I've ever drank!! The caffeine kept me awake for a month straight! And the barista looked like they wanted to kiss me! The pastries are so cute!! ^_^"

Then you hear a voice. Her voice. You recognise this, too. You have seen this scene play out so many times before, you have become quite jaded. Perhaps it is time to disassociate. You let the witch introduce herself once more, as though you are strangers, as your days begin to melt away.

10/31 i don't want to leave this world... if you're not by my side.....

I was fully prepared for you to forfeit yourself, at long last, to my loving embrace. I am ready to embrace you, should you so desire it, and cradle you within my unassailable affection...

Why did I ever think I could stand beside them?

I love you. "I... love you, too." "But I'm trying not to be sappy about it! Don't make me get all emotional."

Oh! People come and quickly they go! Oh! Right through my heart, will I ever grow?

You left me. And there's nothing I can do to bring you back.

You know, little petal... You've been awfully quiet. Is something else bothering you?

All your pain... All your sorrow...... That's right...it's okay... I'm going to take you someplace better... Somewhere I can always be at your side. Close your eyes... My sweet, darling little petal... And awaken in a world far kinder than this one.

Are you dreaming? Do you dream at all? What would you dream of, I wonder? Would I exist in your dreams, as you would in mine? I wonder.

"It gets so lonely here." Now, that is an interesting turn of phrase. It catches inside your head like a burr. Have you heard it before?

All your pain... All your sorrow...... That's right...it's okay... I'm going to take you someplace better... Somewhere I can always be at your side. Close your eyes... My sweet, darling little petal... And awaken in a world far kinder than this one.

Clear your eyes my love, you'll never win a game that is of their own design...

The darkness is in your ears. It stops up your nose. It would fill your mouth too, if you dared to open it. It would choke you like so much dirt, poured into the gaping hole of an open grave. The darkness drowns you. It buries you. It consumes you.

But you did not choose to end me. We were still one, but we were also separate, and we were free. We were as we are. Will you excise that part of yourself now that you see me from yet another angle?

Will she really return to the shore as she said she would? Can you truly trust her? Oh, you hope that you can. If she were not present at your designated meeting place, you think you would die from disappointment!

You really have been through a lot tonight, haven’t you? I fear I have not been very kind to you... But you ought to be accustomed to hardship.

I thought of poking out your eyes so that you might never see anybody other than me. I thought of cutting off your long, lovely hair so that nobody might ever think you beautiful but me. I thought of breaking your legs so that you might never be able to escape from me.

I guess it can't be helped, it's just a matter of when. Do you think she'd notice if I never bloomed again?

i used to be afraid of getting bad grades. i used to be afraid of not looking pretty enough. i used to be afraid of disappointing people. i used to be afraid of death. but now i'm afraid of forever.

You can smell the soil in the backs of your nostrils when you inhale. It is so potent you can taste it on your tongue. You can taste the eventual decay of your own body.

As the two of you fade, a new emotion creeps into the Princess' eyes. Something akin to shame. 'What have we done?' they ask.

If I want to put it selflessly, I suppose I could say I meant to rescue you from your tedious fate, of being wed to some strange man and whisked away to a foreign land: taken far away from me... But I'm a witch, so I'm selfish, and that's not really why I brought you here.

I feel oddly empty when I finally wake up.

You dream, and you drift, and you doze... And, in so doing, you need never open your eyes. You need never confront reality. You need never realise what your maid did, nor what you became — and you are, for all intents and purposes, happy... Or, as happy as a corpse can be.

Your maid inhales — there is an uncomfortable pause — and then... "That bitch. When I see her again, I'll gouge her eyes out. I'll bash her goddamn head in. That rancid, evil, heartless bitch!" You stare at your maid mutely, wide-eyed, not knowing what to say; not knowing what to do.

I feel so stupid. And I know it's my fault. I just wanted to stay with you. I didn't want to complicate things. I didn't want to overstep, to know more than I was supposed to. But I don't know what's real anymore. What I'm allowed to think, to feel, to say, to do.

You are almost tempted to apologise to her — you cannot help it if you do not love her, but you wish she didn’t look so very hurt — when... "Well, it’s no matter! This is hardly the first time I’ve asked you this question, and it’s hardly the first time you’ve rejected me."

Go ahead. Throw your life away – again, and again, and again. Be drowned by love. Be buried by love. Be consumed by love.

Like something without a soul would understand... There's no other choice for me.

I made her wish come true, and I tried to fill her with love so that she would never be lonely again. I gorged her with the stuff, and she grew sick of it. She grew sick of me.

And sure it hurts, these fingertips covered in dirt, still digging for a love returned; a single sordid verse.

As the two of you fade, a new emotion creeps into the Princess' eyes. Something akin to shame. 'What have we done?' they ask.

I'm not happy here. I don't think I ever was.

Consumption and betrayal. Skepticism and blind devotion. Rivalry and submission. Terror and longing. Pain and unfamiliarity, And at the heart of it all, an emotion that can only be described as—

What have you done to Space?! And the stars...! You took away all the beauty, now all that's left is the void!! "But... it's beautiful like this, too... isn't it?" No... no, I don't like it! Bring back Space! Bring back her stars...!

Whatever horrors you may find in these dark spaces, have heart and see them through. There are no premature endings. There are no wrong decisions. There are only fresh perspectives and new beginnings. This is a love story.

She's... trying to kill us. "A misplaced escalation of her passions, but clearly she still cares for us. I say we burn with her!"

... She's... Happy... Why... Does this hurt...?

You can smell the soil in the backs of your nostrils when you inhale. It is so potent you can taste it on your tongue. You can taste the eventual decay of your own body.

I only want what is best for you, you know? Hurting you hurts me too... But, if that is what you want, so be it.

IF YOU CAN'T HURT YOUR ENEMIES, IT'S EASIER TO HURT YOUR FRIENDS

Whatever action that brought you and the Princess into being was rough and jagged and left each of you with a piece of the other. By destroying her once and for all, you also destroyed a part of yourself.

If I want to put it selflessly, I suppose I could say I meant to rescue you from your tedious fate, of being wed to some strange man and whisked away to a foreign land: taken far away from me... But I'm a witch, so I'm selfish, and that's not really why I brought you here.