Cassandra lived quietly in her small quarters, barely allowing herself to see the light of day. Every now and then, she would venture from the shadows and find Amadeo, though she never had much to say. Yet he would always welcome her with open arms...and eyes that declared the brokenness of his heart.
Cassandra hated what she was doing to him.
As if all that was not enough, Amadeo's fever worsened, and Cassandra felt hers do the same. As she had formerly exclaimed, she had infected Amadeo.
She was killing the one who so beautifully sought her heart. This proved to her that the only thing she could do was destroy any ray of light in her life. And so, when Amadeo's illness had progressed so much that he suggested sitting down and talking instead of going for their usual walk through the palace grounds, Cassandra turned and ran as quickly as her sickness would allow her.
I am destroying him.