La Maldicion Del Amor: Verdadero

And he screamed.

I fell in love with a memory .

I did not fall in love with a man.

The ritual was simple, as the most terrible things often are. A lock of my hair. A drop of my blood. A kiss pressed to the cold lips of the portrait at the thirteenth hour of the night. I whispered his name three times, and the air grew thick as honey left to rot. La Maldicion Del Amor Verdadero

On the night of the full moon, I did not tell him I loved him. Instead, I held a small hand mirror to his face and forced him to look at his own reflection. And he screamed

"I am showing you what you have forgotten," I said. "The curse does not forbid you from loving. It forbids you from remembering that you were once human. Look at yourself, Sebastián. Not at Isabella. Not at me. At you ." The ritual was simple, as the most terrible things often are

He smiled then, and I understood the curse. True love, in the Sierra Negra, was not a gift. It was a trap. Because Sebastián did not love me back. He couldn't . The curse of the amor verdadero is this: one person will love with their entire soul, and the other will love with only their reflection.