3. Belladonna.
Like the posion flower which she shared her name, she was stunning, yet sickening. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back as she ran through the meadow laughing. He gripped her hand and followed, not knowing any feeling but regret. He should be happy! Happier than ever, but it was his fault...
She would never know the truth.
If she knew, his lovely Ellie would never hold him again, never say his name with the light air on her tongue, that meant a kiss was coming his way...
She would not love him.
"Come, my love, we shall find the most beautiful flowers! Then we can lay beneath the tallest tree! Noone shall disturb us!" Belladonna said to him, smiling her eloquent smile.
All he could do was keep dashing through the long grass, feeling the bottle marked "Love Potion" dance in his pocket, hitting his thigh with an menacing slap.
