“Will you take it, child?” The old woman held out a crystal, her eyes shifted from shades of the blue sky into a deep sea.
Does she really want this? Is she really willing to give up her youth, her beauty, her future and half of her life for good? Beads of sweat trickled down Lisa’s forehead as her fingers touched the stone. Her eyes closed and images of the past swirled in her mind. She remembered his dark eyes, his laughter and his voice and the way he say her name. His touch.
Eyes flew open and she was filled with panic, fear and resolve. She wanted him back—alive and breathing by her side.
A while ago, it was her blood that dripped on a clear crystal and stained it pink. A while ago, her skin was beautifully fair. A while ago, the love of her life was dead.
But not anymore.
“It is done.” The old woman said and the last thing she saw was her malevolent smile.
Word Count: 170
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