A Curse For True Love

he did have business to take care of.
As soon as he left the tent, Apollo pulled the note from Aurora Valor out of his sleeve.
Meet me at the border of the Merrywood and the road that leads to the Cursed Forest.
Be there at sunset.
Come alone, and I suggest you tell no one.
Instead of her name, she’d drawn a wolf wearing a flower crown.
He burned the note as he passed the closest fire.

“I truly am sorry for your loss,” he whispered, “but soon you won’t feel any pain at all.”

Then Apollo took his knife and stabbed the boy in the heart.

“I will not let you die.”

If you stop fighting, you die.

She was safe in her bed. She’d be even safer when he left her.

It wasn’t an obsession.

One visit wasn’t an obsession.

Jacks just needed to make sure she was still alive. That she wasn’t bleeding. In danger. Unhappy. Cold.

“I do understand, and I hope you understand that as long as you treat me like an untrustworthy captive, I will act like one instead of like your wife.”

He would have set the world on fire and then let it all burn just to keep holding her like this.

love was more than a feeling. And it didn’t have to be the safe choice, because love was also more powerful than fear. It was the ultimate form of hope.

the problem with wanting something you can’t have, or shouldn’t have, is that the second it seems possible, all reason flees. Reason and wanting go well together only when the reason encourages a person to get what they want. Any reason opposed to this want becomes the enemy.