It should have been a love story. But it wasn't. And now it never would be. Sitting on the pavement with her head in her hands, she sobbed. Great, wracking tears, full of pain and torment. If only she hadn't brought him here. This never would have happened. If she hadn't told him, and trusted him, he would still be alive. Lifting her head, she looked across the field, to the slowly fading sunset.
"I'm so sorry my love" she whispered into the air. "I will make her pay for this. I promise."
A soft wind stirred from nowhere, drifting around her shoulders, tousling her hair. She suddenly felt at peace, like it was all going to be ok. Something deep inside of her told her it was him, that he was here with her. She wrapped her arms around herself, pretending it was him, and closed her eyes tight.
"She will pay for this my love" she whispered, hugging herself tighter. "With every breath in me, I promise I will make her pay, and feel the pain she's caused us both. I will break her magic and make her fall into a hell she's never dreamed of."
She felt then a warmth, and suddenly, the arms hugging her were not her own. Her eyes snapped open and it was gone. Wiping away her tears she stood, taking one last look at the setting sun.
She would make her pay. Giselle would not get away with this. He did nothing wrong. He loved her. It was her Giselle wanted. And it was her Giselle would get...