Cast a Spell, Castiel

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The party at his house started late in the evening. I just found out that Castiel also prepared a dress for me to wear, but ever since that night, my walls became higher and I didn't bother myself to think about whatever was related to all of this grandeur... with everything related to him.

I felt his regrets after our encounter with the way he acted, treated me, and pleaded through his forlorn eyes. He's not that naive to notice that our distance went worse unlike before wherein despite my dislike towards him, I still can tolerate his presence.

But now, it's just pure... ignorance. He's just another man I have to serve and he'll never be different. I want to keep it that way.

I'm glad he didn't push himself to me anymore.

I watched him socialize with other rich people from their garden. I could see them through their golden arched window laughing, making chatters inside the elegant house of the Kings. This is truly their world and I'm just a mere spectator.

I admit I feel ridiculously downhearted by this. But, weirdly enough, I felt relief. I was again reminded by the promise I kept to myself years ago... ever since the moment I stepped into their mansion.

That I will never, ever, be a victim under the spell of things that were seemed too good to be true.