Disclaimer: Sadly, this wonderful movie and everything associated with it is not mine. That honor belongs to Tim Burton, not me. I also don't own the song Lacrymosa by Evanescence, upon which this is based.

A/N: My first Corpse Bride fic! I'm so proud. This was written after listening to way too much Evanescence. Basically it is a songfic from Emily's point of view, reflecting on why she had to leave Victor. I'm incredibly fond of V/E, and this is just me musing on how Emily might be feeling after the movie.

I edited it once again, because I realized that the site is starting to crack down on songfics. Basically, I got rid of the song lyrics and incorporated them into the fic.


Why does it hurt so much to do something you know is right? Setting Victor free of his promise—letting him go back to Victoria—hurt more than anything I've ever had to do.

I love him, but, to truly make him happy, I had to give him up.

Did it hurt him as much as it did me? Does he feel cold, bereft? Does he feel alone?

Now that he's gone, I feel like I am missing a part of myself. It's as though I am no longer complete without him.

I just have to keep telling myself it was the right thing to do.

It was.

Now that he's free of me, Victor can go on to live the life he was supposed to, with a living, breathing wife, not with the partially-decayed corpse that I am.

He can live, have a normal life with a living wife; he won't be joined in death to me, to an obligation.

When I was around Victor, I felt alive again.

He helped me forget about the fact that my heart doesn't beat, that I no longer breathe, and that I am, quite literally, skin and bones. He made me feel alive, and, more importantly, loved.

When he offered to die, to give up his one and only life for me…but then, I realized that I couldn't do that to him.

I couldn't take away his life for the sake of my happiness.

I had to let him go.

In the church, I understood that I had to let Victor go; I had to release him from his oath so that he could go on to live an untroubled life.

He needed to live a life not burdened with uncertainty, constantly wondering if he'd made a mistake, regretting the choice he'd made.

For, had he wed me, Victor would have never truly been happy.

One day, he would've looked back and regretted his decision; I didn't want to be the cause of his sorrow.

It would have been so easy for me to ignore Victoria, ignore my conscience, and just act on my selfishness, but I couldn't do that to Victor.

I'm dead.

He's alive.

I wouldn't let him give up his life just to satisfy my egocentric wishes.

He means too much to me for me to hurt him like that.

It's not enough that I love him, not enough that he had convinced himself that he loved me. I'm dead, but he is not. It was too selfish of me to even imagine that he should sacrifice his life for my sake.

Life is too short to throw it away so frivolously.

When I left the church, a part of me ignored what I knew was right and hoped that Victor would call to me, would love me enough to keep me from leaving. But why should he?

He has his whole life to look forward to, and a bride who isn't dead.

He has everything I always wanted, but never had.

In his own way, he set me free.

That's why I had to do the same for him.


So what did you think? It's my first attempt at a corpse bride fic, so hopefully it wasn't too appalling.

Reviews are always welcome.