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What is that behind you...?
Username: Iltu
Word count: 355
Entry: He was going to break off their engagement. Eduard. Eduard, Eduard, Eduard. How could he? Clutching at her chest as though the organ inside would be ripped apart by malevolent demons, she moaned in despair. Eduard. She wouldn’t be able to bear it.

It was then that she felt the idea creeping around the edges of her mind, wrapping its self like vines of wisteria around her temples and whispering unobtainable bliss into her ears.

“Murder,” she tried the word aloud, and it tasted bitter on her tongue, unsweetened chocolate laced with cyanide. Oh, but she loved Eduard. Her darling Eduard. How could she ever kill him?

The more she thought on it, however, the more the wisteria grew, finally working its way into acceptance, dripping crimson blood from its lavender blossoms. “Murder,” she repeated the word now, and let out a hysterical giggle. It was sugary this time, the utterance of ‘murder.’ Eduard couldn’t leave her if he was dead, could he?

“Poor girl,” they whispered a week later as she sat, dry-eyed, in the front pew of the church. “She must be in shock, how awful to have your fiancé killed.”

It had been cyanide, the coroner had told her. Someone had laced an anonymous gift of chocolate with cyanide. She had taken it surprisingly well, they had heard, but the shock; oh, it must be the shock…

Calmly poised in her seat next to Eduard’s sobbing mother, she tried not to smile as she stared at the casket.

That night, she lay in bed, covered in graveyard dirt, and stared into his face. His eyes were closed, and he still smelled of the lilies they had buried him with. She tentatively touched a lock of his golden hair. He was beautiful. So beautiful, her Eduard. Down to the bone.

The only evidence of what she’d done was the cyanide hidden in her bureau and the empty coffin, buried again beneath six feet of earth.

Satisfied, she curled up beside the corpse and closed her eyes to dreams of an eternity. Here he was, with her forever. Her darling Eduard. Eduard, Eduard, Eduard…