text: She stood on the clifftop where they had wed each other, letting out a pained sigh. There it was again; she could feel his breath on the side of her neck, like every other time he'd come up behind her and grab her swiftly from behind. He had this way of gripping her so firmly, that she would forget time existed. She stood staring off this cliff top, pondering about the way he kissed the back of her neck and it would create murmurs down every nerve of her body. There was no other way to describe it, she was enthralled with his enchantment. Nothing could separate her from the pain of having killed him at his wit's end. In this moment he wanted to devour their children, and was seconds from literally tearing them apart right before her eyes: a hex cast on his mind that ate him away slowly every single day until the one day he finally succumbed to its effects. Every piece of her could still see his soul trapped in his eyes, no matter how much anger fueled their glare. Saving him meant letting him fulfill the hex; letting all of their hard work and dedication which built their life go to waste on something as simple as a flick of a wrist. He rushed up the stairs after muttering a grotesque sentence under his breath, looking her dead in the eyes. The words he said rang through her like a thousand daggers as every emotion screamed out of her in absolute terror: “I need to finish this”. She knew immediately what he meant. She had witnessed every sign of this inevitable downfall, gripping onto the life they've built with every last piece of her existence. She followed him up the stairs as quickly as possible, screaming his name at the top of her lungs, her throat, her mind. There was no way she would let him, or whatever it was controlling him, follow through with this. He got to the door after running down the hallway and realized his error immediately. There was a newly installed lock he'd never seen before. She put it there for the safety of her babies, only recently though, as his appetite was diminishing to nothing. The day she got it, he had told her the dinner she made for him from scratch was worthless. “I crave skin” he said after throwing the plate as hard against the wall as hard as possible. That was when she knew without a sliver of a doubt he was cursed. He turned around and immediately roared at her as she stood roughly 20 feet from the doorway with a distorted, volatile screech that sounded like a sharpened fork on a dinner plate, but still with words that were completely decipherable to the human ear: “SAVE ME FROM THIS MADNESS. I NEED THEIR FLESH” “I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU DIDN'T TELL ME” she screamed back at him “QUICKLY, I NEED TO FEEL ALIVE AGAIN” he screeched. Her ears began to bleed, as she screamed as loudly as she could, spitting out with every word as she let out every bit of pent up aggression she ever had about this entire 8 years of being his: “YOU CANNOT STAY IN HIM ANYMORE YOU NEED TO LEAVE, HE NEEDS TO BREATHE AGAIN” “YOU STUPID WHORE YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'RE DEALING WITH” Whatever was inside him had complete control. She still wanted to save him. There was nothing she could do but she couldn't tell herself that right away, so she dug more: “MY INNERMOST PEACE WAS WITHIN YOU, I DWELLED WITHIN YOUR LOVE LIKE THE BLANKET OF PURE GLIMMERING HAPPINESS THAT IT SHELTERED ME WITH” her throat was becoming raw. Calmly, he replied with the tone of an evil smirk: “I see nothing but pure insolence. You need to obey me or I have no choice but to eliminate you too". She sprinted and lunged at him with all of her weight, tackling him through the adjacent window and down to the ground three stories below. Once they hit the ground, she knew her left hand was broken. He wasn't conscious, so she let out a bellowing and blood curdling scream of agony for slight relief from the injury. When she had expelled every last bit of air in her body, she began to sob. Through her whimpers she could only let out pieces of sentences, speaking to him like she would have any other day. “My love, I don't know who or what put that curse on you, but I know this isn't you. I stood by your side through these 8 years and noticed the truth right after I became pregnant. I could see you withering away, your physical appearance has become that of a 75 year old male, while your age is only 30. I could see your eyes begin to shift from blue to red.” she turned her head to face him. “There is severe pain within me, I watched you and still loved you while you fell into this deep despair. Now I have to let you-”. His eyes shot open as he launched his body toward hers trying to eat a chunk of her face, only succeeding in ripping part of her left cheek off while she fended him off with her right arm until she was finally able to shove him to her left side. She immediately stood up as fast as possible, seeing an opportunity to strike. She was barely two feet away from him as he looked her in the eyes after seeing her raised leg about to come down on his temple. She screamed out a loud roar as she destroyed her husband's skull in one swift movement, wearing his brains on her leg. She immediately stripped all clothing off, she slung her broken hand in a makeshift cast from her clothes, and dragged herself inside to await the police after putting on a robe. The officers who handled crimes of magic had little to no research about spells because whatever casts them could be completely random. She had no idea, no way of knowing what caused this. She sits in her room and stares into Oblivion while wondering why. On the clifftop she stands, still wondering why, why did she let him stay? Was it for love? Did she think she could make it better? This clifftop has a nice breeze swimming through her hair, as she feels his invisible grip around her tighten.