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"Who is she?" I whispered.

"What are you doing?" he asked, alarmed.

I felt my own heart crack like a bell that has been struck too hard. "You're a prisoner." La Maldicion Del Amor Verdadero

But he never said "te quiero" without my saying it first. He never reached for me in his sleep. He never asked about my childhood, my fears, my dreams. He consumed my adoration like a fire consumes a forest, and he gave back only smoke.

One night, I found him standing before a mirror. He was not looking at his own reflection. He was looking through it, at something on the other side. "Who is she

"You are not the curse," I said. "You are its victim ."

"You called me," he said. His voice was the sound of a blade sliding from a sheath. "You're a prisoner

As dawn broke over the Sierra Negra, Sebastián kissed my forehead. "Thank you," he whispered. And then he faded, not into death, but into peace.