No Soul To Give

I carefully buried that weathered wooden box deep into the earth, ensuring it was hidden from prying eyes. I knew he would come around once he heard the sound of my broken heart crying out.

As I stood there, black smoke suddenly arose, swirling around me, and the wind picked up, carrying an eerie chill that stiffened my spine. 

Amid this unsettling atmosphere, a man dressed in fine black attire approached me.

"What can I do for you, boy?" He inquired with a sly smile.

"She found another," I confessed, my desperation evident. "I need a way to make her love me now."

"I have just the thing you seek," He said, his grin widening, "But there's a price to pay, and then I'll be on my way."

Desperate for a solution, I agreed and reached out to shake the man's hand. However before our hands could meet, he stepped back and fixed me with a penetrating gaze.

"Son, What soul are you trying to sell? There's not one in you to be throwin' around." He remarked, his voice filled with a mix of concern and disappointment.

I paused, taken aback by his emotion-filled words. "No soul? You said I have no soul, sir?"

"The dame took it with her," He sighed, shaking his head. "I can't do anything for you now."

Now I find myself in a state of disarray, feeling like a mere shell of a man, searching for a way to escape the torment she left me in. Not even a Crossroads demon can offer me solace from the love I threw away...