Invisible Enchantment

12th June, 2010. I remember it perfectly. It was the last night I ever breathed. I was murdered in cold blood in the street. My death wasn't a nice one.
But I find myself still able to see, to smell. To be. But I'm unable to leave the confines of a house in the countryside of England. I thought it was the house of my killer.
But this was the house of Amy Williams, the love of my being.

P R O L O G U E

 "Kill me!" I exclaimed.

 ...And she did.

 

Well, she should've...

 

Instead, she stayed; at her own danger, and what danger that would be...

The End

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