What if every time you loved someone, you had to let them go?
Or, even worse, you had to push them away?
That's my life.
I can't allow myself to get close to anyone.
I could hurt myself.
I could hurt them.
I could hurt... Anyone.
It's not me...
It's my puzzle.
It reacts to emotions.
My emotions.
And love is a serious emotion.
I found out the hard way... When I was sixteen.
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You see... I did love someone, once.
He went by the name of Marik.
And I didn't mean to kill him.
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It's actually Pandora and Kupo's doing that we're together, if you think about it.
I guess we hit it off right away.
But anyways, we started meeting at the cliff. The meetings became more frequent, until we were seeing each other every night, and he was over at my house at least once a day.
Then one day, it all changed.
We got close.
I mean... Close.
That's when the pain started.
At first, it was just a little twinge in my neck, or a sudden flash of heat of my spine.
When he proposed, it got horrible. At times I could barely stand up straight because of the pain coursing through my body whenever I happened to think of him or we touched.
I ignored it...
That was foolish.
After the marriage, it got to waiting till he was asleep and slipping out of bed, going into a different room or outside, then letting shudders rack my body, screaming out in pain.
All this time, my puzzle would glow.
And then...
He found out.
Of course he tried to help me, but the more he tried, the more he showed affection for me by trying, the worse it got.
And one day, he walked in on me.
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What happened after that is just a mix of screams, light, pain, and blood.
I blacked out.
When I woke up, probably a day later, Marik was gone.
And not not there gone.
I managed to crawl over to his blackened body...
I was crying.
Kneeling next to my husband's dead body, I cried, my tears splashing on that wretched puzzle and falling down onto him.
I had made the connection.
But I made it too late.
Too late to save him.
My one true love.