2 hours.....

Viviane Maire Phoenix Lurra walks upstairs and into the office, sighing lightly as she congers a small deep red colored rose, one that she had remembered Denny having given her a long time ago. Bring it up to her nose she sniffs it lightly, the smell bringing a soft smile to her face as she remembers that she was once told her soul smelt like the very flower in which she was holding, before lifting her head to look forward. Taking a few small steps forward she enters the office. Stretching out her arm she gently places the rose on the desk, whispering softly "forgive me..." before walking out and back down the stairs as if she were never up there to begin with...
Her mind had been made up two hours earlier when she had made that deadly deal. She could only hope now that those she loves will eventually forgive her for what she was about to do. She would slowly fade from everyone's memories almost as if she never even was there to begin with. Her heart ached at the thought. He would forget her, and everything she had felt for him would no longer exist to him.
Maybe the journal with her words in it would still keep her simple words forever imprinted on the pages. Or maybe just like her they would fade from existence. There would be those whom she knew that if they ever discovered what she had done they would come for her. Her only hope was that they didn't. Fearing that if they did her deal would be broken and she'd lose him forever. As she stood starring at the books around her while her mind drifted back to what she was told. "Two hours... That is all I will give you..." Her skirts slightly rustling as she moved from foot to foot mumbling quietly, "two hours before I shall disappear...."
Walking silently around the room before turning to walk towards the doors. Stopping she turned to look back once again before disappearing into a ball of blue flames. Only to reappear in her room. Walking over to her small cherry colored oak desk. Bending down to pick up a pen, writing a short note on to the piece of paper she turned away. Walking the short distance to their bed, sitting down a pone the soft pillow feeling quilt, turning to lay down. She closed her eyes once her head hit the pillows.
Waking to a coughing noise, glancing around finding the source to be none other then a smoky figure, the one whom she had made the deal with standing there looking at her. Existing his hand he calmly asked, "ready?" Nodding once she felt her breathing slow to a stop, as she also felt her last heart beats pound in her chest before all went black. And resting in his hands was a small blue flame that danced and twisted its self around a single deep colored red rose, just like the one she had left her beloved on his desk. Grinning the smoky figure let out a small chuckle before disappearing back to where he belonged taking his new prize with him...