Tales from My Crypt

In which the witch realizes that each week a new hex must come true to keep her demons happy... o algo...

Well... Keeping the line of thought of trying to be healthy-er so the body lasts a bit more, and now another thing... Seems I have some kidney pain and so some stones have made their way making me miserable the past 3 days... Ugh! In the last 4 weeks there have been different reasons for different pains, and all have been valid not a product of being hypochondriac... Sheesh! The Divine is having fun...

But no pain is enough to stop me from smiling... Even if laughing does makes me hurt more... What can I say? These past days have been filled with many emotional moments, both filled from the stuff that dreams are made of and filled with deep sorrow and sadness.

First reason for being sad, Groundel. I never expected some things that happenned and that truly create a big chasm between us. I don't think there is more to be said. My core values trust as if it was the last marvel of this cursed world... And the lies have gone out of proportion thanks to the innate ability to lie about anything and everything and thinking that I will never find out... Where is the respect? Where is the kindness? Where is the so-called love?

Second reason for being sad, Trilogy. He now realizes that he had open ground for things to bloom but crashes with the realization of me being in love... not with him. And so, after two decades, he comes to me begging me to go back to him. Because I am the one. Because this is the right time... Blah, blah. And all in all, he says the final words that sounds more as a plea than anything else, that I should not leave him alone... He begged me not to leave him alone. And all I could say was that I was sorry, but I couldn't do anything for him. He keeps pushing himself against all my answers, saying he had left two girls for me, demanding me to do the same... I finally said "I Love him". And for the first time in so many years, Tril was silenced. I don't know if he was true or not... He had so many chances... But if he thinks that I will simply dismiss the mage as anyone unimportant he has another thing going. The mage brought life to a barren, loveless, empty, cold, forsaken world... for such was my world... And I will never betray that kindness which came out of deep respect and true caring. I hate being a cold bitch, as I know I am not... But in this case, I have to be cold. Once a long time ago I stumbled with this rock, and I lost what could have been the greatest love of my life. I make a constant point of recalling that only mistake... so it never happens again. I won't gamble my mage for anything or anyone.

Third reason for being sad, Croc Hunter's death. This morning as I read the news I was deeply saddened by the horrible death that he had... A noble ranger, a rarity in this filthy world... He will be deeply missed.

So... Three reasons for being sad... It all stings, but I go on. And I find myself singing and smiling, just because of one reason that is enough to overcome all the sadnesses in the world. My mage.

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