How To Survive This Fairytale

Chapter 20

MOURN THE HUNTSMAN.

You understand, now, why he always looked at you like he was sorry.

You hate him for not telling you, even though you know now that magic prevented him. The same magic binds you. You’ll never be able to tell anyone what she makes you do. A little invisible noose around your throat ensures your silence.

You wish he was here, the only person who could ever understand this pain, this guilt, this rage. It’s been years of this, old friend. How do I go on?

DO YOU WANT TO GO ON LIVING?

Well? Do You?

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… yes.