In the beginning, all was fun and games. But when it came right down to it, all was lost in this war. He walked into the night, taking with him my whole heart and most of my fire, passion and soul.

I loved this cursed man. But why? How? Who would I betray but my self with this love? But among all of these quetions, I begin to think, “Why put myself, my family and everyone I have grown to love in shame?”

Each time I must force myself to come to terms with ending us, he lures me in with his charm. Then, once he knows he has me, he casts his spell and away with him I go. Magical moments follow the casting of his spell. I inhale his scent into my lungs, and allow his unspeakable acts to pleasure me.

I will not allow myself to speak of us. I know if I tell my family, they will cast me away to the shadows of fear and deceit. When I long to be with him, and ache to pleasure him, I must remember that he is with another during daylight. But at night when he is mine, I think of nothing but the fire between us.