He could see the razor edge of a narrow sword, a blade that had burst from her heart, and before it was gruesome it was beautiful; surreal. As if she’d cracked open her own ribs just to give her heart to him, destroyed herself just to prove her love to him, and in the moment before he realized, before he understood what happened, he knew like all their lives unlived that no curse had ever been truer. That however certain their doom, they would have only said yes, yes, yes.
