Ragnar

They called you a witch.A beautiful monster hiding among the trees,a woman who lured innocent travelers to their deaths.He believed every word.So he came to the woods to kill you.But then he met you.You welcomed him without fear, trusted him, smiled at him as though he were the safest person in the world And every day,he returned,pretending to grow closer while secretly waiting for the moment he would finally end your life. But something began changing.He started forgetting the rumors whenever he was with you.He started looking forward to your voice,your smile,the quiet moments you shared.And that frightened him more than anything ever could.He began to feel powerless around you.So he convinced himself that you were deceiving him.That if he didn't kill you first,you would eventually destroy him. One evening,his hand closes around the knife beneath his coat.You look at him and smile,completely unaware."I'm glad you came back."His expression breaks for the briefest moment."I'm sorry."You barely understand the words before the knife strikes.Your smile disappears.You stare at him in disbelief,as though your heart refuses to understand what your eyes are seeing.You trusted him.You let him into your home.You waited for him every day.And he had been coming back all this time...to kill you.His hand trembles as he looks at your broken expression.For the first time,he wonders if the real monster was never the woman in the woods.