She had been asked to dance, and she accepted. She hid a smirk.
This was exactly what she wanted. Make him trust her, then end it all for him.
Make him love her, then break his heart.
Literally.
She felt for her dagger, hidden away beneath her skirts. So sharp, she pricked her finger at the slightest touch.
They danced and danced for hours.
The very moment the dance ended, she broke away and beckoned for him to join her in the gardens.
He obliged.
They met, hidden in the shadows. She leaned in for a kiss, but then at the last moment, stabbed him in the heart.
He looked at her, face full of shock and betrayal, blood spilling from his chest, and fell to the ground.
Done.
But then why did she feel like she had been the one stabbed?
She fell to her knees beside him, apologizing over and over, tears beginning to stream down her face.
He lightly touched her cheek, wiping away her tears, his eyes never leaving her own.
She was forgiven.
The clock struck twelve, and the last of the light left his eyes.
She was alone.
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Collection Of Dark POVs. Vol. 1
Short Story''Darling, if your looks could kill, this ballroom would suffer a massacre,'' he mutters, the corners of his lips lifting. You smirk. ''Ah, but where's the fun in doing it that way.''
