When I opened my eyes, he was standing before me.
But he never said "te quiero" without my saying it first. He never reached for me in his sleep. He never asked about my childhood, my fears, my dreams. He consumed my adoration like a fire consumes a forest, and he gave back only smoke. La Maldicion Del Amor Verdadero
He did not become mortal. He did not become a ghost. He became something else: free . When I opened my eyes, he was standing before me
Because in the mirror, he saw not the handsome young man from 1689. He saw what the curse had made him: a hollow thing, a puppet stitched together from the love of dead women. His eyes were not stormy mercury. They were empty sockets. His beautiful mouth was a wound. He never asked about my childhood, my fears, my dreams
"You are not the curse," I said. "You are its victim ."
And he screamed.