"This is worth it," I whisper to myself, waiting on a splintered, wooden chair in a musky, old cottage. "I just want a friend. I just want to be loved. That's all I want. This isn't bad." Or is it? Black Magic is bad. That's what Mama and Papa told me before they died. But how could something be bad if it was helping to fix the injustice in my life? It isn't fair that my family had to die. It isn't fair that my horrible, disgusting uncle had to be my new guardian. It isn't fair that no one in school ever liked me. It isn't fair that no one loves me... I'm alone. I don't want to be. I'm sure I'm a good girl, so I deserve better, and Black Magic seems to be the only thing to fix my problems.

"Ah, hello, Dear," a tall man in a black suit greets, entering the room. He has a polite smile and small mustache on his upper lip. His overall appearance makes me feel sick to my stomach for some reason. Maybe it has to do with the fact that he looks so proper and dressed up yet owns this run down cottage. I don't get it...

The man sits down in a chair across from mine, leaning back while making eye contact. "My name is Mr. Silver. Could you tell me why you're here, Love?" A sweet smile is directed my way and I shiver.

"I... I'd like you do do a spell for me," I said quietly, looking down. "See, I don't have anyone in my life who loves me or even likes me and... I want to fix that. I don't care what the consequence is. I just want a friend."

Mr. Silver leans forward now. "Tell me your name," he says gently.

"O-Ophelia..."

"Ophelia, how could a lovely girl like you have no one to love you? How old are you?"

"14..." I still refuse to look him in the eye. He may be sweet talking, but I don't feel like it's genuine. That kind of stuff really bothers me.

"So young! Are you sure you would like to go through with a spell? There will be a price." I nod. Mr. Silver studies me a little. "I'll tell you what," he says. "I'll follow through with this spell free of charge. But, Ms. Ophelia, there will still be consequences."

At that I look up, finally brave enough to make eye contact. "I don't care about the consequences," I say firmly, very unlike me. "I've gone so long without having love. I would die for it."

There's a silence between us and I look back down, fidgeting with my fingers.

"Very well," I hear. "I'll cast the spell. I promise that within the next few days you will find a friend. If you let it, that friendship will blossom into something great. I warn you, though, love is a pricey thing. Paying all the gil in the world for it wouldn't be enough. It's very possible you will die."

Another silence.

"...Do it." I say under my breath, then raising my head back up to say it louder. "Do it."

This is a new series I'm considering writing. It's about a girl, Ophelia, who has no love in her life and would die for a friendship. What a lonely life. Eventually, she will learn how amazing love and friendship is, but the clock must strike twelve sooner or later. If you were in Ophelia's shoes, would you gain love under the condition that you had to die? If you're interested in this series, please let me know! I see no reason in continuing it if no one is interested; if no one was interested, it must be a bad idea. It's all up to you guys! Should I continue this? :)