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To Sell One's Soul
Prologue
This is not a story of happiness, love, and magic. This tale will not have a happy ending. Which means, if that's what you're looking for, this is your cue to escape unharmed. If you happen to stay, only to run away kicking and screaming later, it is not my fault. As far as I'm concerned, fairy tales don't even exist. How ironic, then, that I begin my story with the words "Once upon a timeā¦"
Because this story really does take place once upon a time. It began not long ago, but I cannot recall the details of date and time. Lines between past and present have ceased to exist for me, and my memories have begun to blur and blend with one another. My only clear, untainted memories of my past are of him. The man I so unwillingly fell in love with, the man I so eagerly chose to spend forever with; the man I so quickly was destroyed by.
I gave myself too quickly, trusted him too much; and, now that my illusions of reality have been shattered, I sell a little more of myself each day. I don't know what exactly I am waiting for; but I guess I'm hoping that, after a miserable and lonely while, I will run out of things to sell. And maybe then my demise will finally release me from this broken shell: this body without a soul that traps me in this life.
