Heather Walter

Would that it could.

There is no one but myself.

I want to go to her. Comfort her. And I hate myself for it.

“Do you really want to leave me?”

No, my heart answers.

“You were never a villain to me.”

All it takes is a kind word, a soft look, and I’m eating out of her hand again. Like the pet I am.

“I want to kiss you, Alyce.”

“It’s gone.” She lets out a sob. Tears glisten on her cheeks. “You broke the curse.”

I don’t break curses.” I cross my arms, choking on the bitterness of my next words. “I make them.”

“No. I’m—” Disgusting. Hideous. Vila.