Aila Coraline
"Are you sure about this?" Cynthia asked for what felt like the hundredth time.
I had told her I was cursed, that loving someone would cost me my life. Maybe I shouldn’t have. Because now, she’s asking questions I don’t want to answer. She’s prying into things I’ve spent years trying to bury. Maybe it was a mistake, telling her something so important. We’re not even friends.
"You were the one who told me this might help," I said, avoiding her gaze.
She had claimed to know a witch, someone who might be able to lift the curse. I didn’t know if it was true. I didn’t even know if the witch was real. But I had to try. I’m desperate.
I’m tired of living with a death sentence disguised as love.
"Is this the right route?" I asked, glancing around the dense trees.
The deeper we
