The morning of the next day welcomed me with the worst feeling, not with the rested body of a good night but with a sore waist and many purple and red marks in my legs and neck, and stomach and… and many other places spread around in my skin. Sigh… I couldn't do anything to stop him, that man was desperate to embed my soul with something. I felt his hopelessness and the need to hold me tight to his body and to his heart.
However, he was not the only one, I also need him… if I could be every day and every night with him until… until I could no more and I had to leave him to comply with my curse, then that would be my most desired wish. Maybe he was the curse, the one that will make me cry and regret loving him so much when I could not stay with him anymore.
