Love and life should not be meddled with, especially when it's a charm from your grandma's old scrolls. But, Myra Roy has had enough of her lonely life and a household that despises her.
But what will happen when she unknowingly signs up to much mo...
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The judgment day
"Truth doesn't cost you anything, but a lie will cost you everything..."
Everything was so familiar, yet so strikingly different. He is still there and so am I, his hands still around my waist; a warm weight that feel comfortingly familiar although it is not. His eyes still bore into mine, that gaze which made me think he knows everything, that he sees deep into my soul and I have nothing more to hide, to confess. Alas! He does not, not unless I confess my own sins. I hesitantly touch my lips, they still tingle from their first ever kiss and look up into his eyes.
Guilt.
That's all I see. Slowly it punctures through whatever bubble that had wrapped up my senses a moment ago. Both of us are guilty, but for different reasons. I have never been so disappointed in myself, that I swallow the bitterness that coil around my throat.
This man, this wonderful man, does not deserve to feel guilty. He does not deserve the burden I have placed upon his already weary shoulders. He does not deserve a love with its very roots tainted with deception, planted on the shifting sand of lies. He does not deserve to feel like a sinner, when it is I who had been betraying them all; all along.
The next breath feels like a punch in the gut, as we pull apart slowly.
"Sorry," we both mutter at the same time.
Although I know this would perhaps be the last time I would ever see him, my vision blurs with the rush of tears. It is better, that I could come clean without having to watch his expression twist with an ugly fury. He reaches out a tentative hand to comfort me and I step further back.
"No, Myra it's not your -"
"It is, all of it is!" I exclaim, wiping my tears furiously. He opens his mouth to object once more, only I don't let him. It's already hurting too much, without having to listen what he had to say. "It's all been a lie."
A pause slowly soaks up all the air out of my lungs that I have to gasp before catching his eye once more. He freezes into an empty expression, pieces of puzzle slowly clicking to place. "I'm sorry, you can't imagine how much. So, this has to stop. I have to go. I'm sorry! I really, really am!"
Choking back the sob that threatens to escape at the end of that little speech, I dash towards the exit, too fast that my heels almost slip on the marble floor. Nevertheless, I catch myself, before I lost my balance, knowing there was no one to catch me if I fell. It was all over. I was all alone, once more.
Somewhere out in the frosty night, a clock chimes twelve.
The spell is broken, once and for all.
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