They say magic breeds consequence but doesn't everything in life, take love for example after everything you did for love was it worth it? I thought it was until it wasn't I didn't want what he wanted to eclipse what I was going to be. I did love him but in an instant it all fell down. At least it did until I met him we had real love epic love the kind where they love your faults and all. A person you could see yourself growing old with...that's what I saw in his eyes but I knew it would never happen. As I faced the monster I've spent years trying to avoid just by looking at him I knew only one of us was leaving this room alive. "You're trapped. There's nowhere to run now," he says triumphantly, drawing a knife. Instead of being intimidated, she begins to laugh, doubling over. His smile wavers, and she finally straightens up with a grin. "I have no need to run. Because you see." she gestures around the small, dimly lit room, "I'm not trapped in here with you." Faster than he can comprehend, he finds himself somehow disarmed and pinned against the wall, his own knife being held at his throat. She whispers the rest of her declaration in his ear: "You're trapped in here with me." ***Pause*** He swallows, hard, his chest heaving, his words a breathless, shaky whisper when he says "I'm so-I'm so desperately in love with you-" I'm rooted to the ground, spinning while standing, dizzy in my blood and in my bones and I'm breathing like I'm the first human who's ever learned to fly, like I've been inhaling the kind of oxygen only found in the clouds and I'm trying but I don't know how to keep my body from reacting to him, to every blow, to every kick, and I can't keep going... There is nothing more beautiful than dying for those you love..