"You're going to suffer, but you're going to be happy about it..."
-Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
She has nothing more to say. She is now free. But, what does she really want anyway? A love, still undecided, struggles in her distracted heart. She speaks and sings, yet she does not show pride for her talents and intelligence. She lays still when everyone else is busy with
her life, not minding the roughness passing her by. She is silent though her cries reach the heavens.
Ah, a love to call her own. Is he now the prince to save this damsel drowning in sorrow? Alas! More than one has arrived!
Of those who came to her call, only one is strong enough to overcome the obstacles ahead of him.
"Is this the one to break the spell?
The one chosen by thee?
A love undecided, now
ended by ______"
