Someday

Someday

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"I'm telling you I'll break your heart!" I scream at her, tears brimming my eyes as I step back from her. She just looked at me, so peacefully, and tilted her head a little. Her smile is soft and carefree as she speaks so softly to me, "I think I broke yours." She looks down sadly as I look at her puzzled. I feel my eyebrows pull together as my lips fall into a frown, "what do you mean, I-I was horrible to you for years and now you're telling me t-that," i paused to take a breath. She looked up sadly, still smiling,"that you think you broke my heart?" I was honestly stunned. I didn't know how to respond. I hadn't the slightest clue on what she was talking about. .... Arya is cursed with immortality as a punishment for sleeping with a powerful sorcerer's daughter, the love of her life. Forever cursed with the gift of life, unable to die or move on. A vow of someday to the love of her life, unable to be fulfilled. A lust for blood more powerful than any love, tortured for eternity as she desperately tries to find a way out of her miserable, eternal existence.
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