“I’m ready for my existence to come to an end. I’ve lived enough lives, enough lifetimes, to fill a book of Grimm’s Fairy Tales. My tales are more gruesome.
“When this all began, when I first realized what was happening, I thought it might last another century, two at the most. It’s been twenty. Over 2000 years of falling victim to the same fate, over and over again.” She laughed, shook her head. “I’m exhausted.” She looked up at him. “And you are, too. You just don’t know it.”
“I’m tired of this life. That’s enough for me. My tales aren’t pretty, either.”
“Yes, but yours are beyond your control.” She looked away, gazed across the treetops. “In fact, your tales are my fault. Everything bad that has ever happened to you, happened because of me.”
“You aren’t responsible for everything. Becca, LJ, they weren’t your fault.”
She looked back at him, her eyebrow raised. “Weren’t they? How do you know? What if they died because of me? Would you be able to forgive that? Would you be able to forgive me?”
He was unable to hold her gaze, and she had her answer.
**oneword gives you a word, and sixty seconds to write whatever pops into your head. Obviously, I didn’t write all this in sixty seconds, but I like to expand what I start with, and this happened to work with my current WIP.