When You Wish Upon A Curse

When You Wish Upon A Curse

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You think you know my story. You think this a retelling of the tale you know as Sleeping Beauty. How wrong you are to think it - you haven't the slightest clue about what truly happened. Forget everything you think you know - those are lies, lies I tell you. No matter how hard I myself try to believe in those lies, they, unfortunately, can never be the truth. The truth is all the more gruesome, all the more filled with darkness. The truth is full of incidents, full of deceit, full of trickery, full of magic - dark, wicked magic. But you all deserve to know, no matter how cider bitter unmasking the truth is. This is my story. There is not a single lie. This is what truly happened.
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Loving him was the cruelest kind of torment-a love that lived in the shadows, one that could never bask in the warmth of the sun. I was nothing more than a stolen moment, a whispered name in the dark, a secret he tucked away between the life he had built and the one he wished he could have. I knew, deep down, that I was a fracture in his story, a fleeting escape from the weight of his reality. And yet, I still clung to him, to the illusion that for a few precious hours, he was mine. But the truth was relentless-it came in the form of unanswered texts, in the way he dressed hurriedly after loving me, in the way he said her name with the same tenderness he once gave me. I had given him my heart, knowing he would never be able to keep it, and yet, I loved him still. Loved him as I watched him walk away, loved him as he returned to the arms of the woman he truly belonged to, loved him as I drowned in the loneliness he left behind. Because no matter how much I wished it to be different, I was not his home-I was just a place he visited before going back to where his heart truly lived.

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