It will be an absurd action if I listen to what witchcraft has to offer to me. I have read the advertisement in a flyer near the market and, out of curiosity, I have gone. Madame Norea tells me to return before her if my mind changes. I have told her that I want my problems to die, and she just have her ‘perfect solution.’
I am certain I will not be back.
Two weeks after, my bills and rent come. I am truly dead.
I return to Madame and she gives me an elixir – my girlfriend should drink it because she is the ‘root.’ I do not know what that means, but it might be worth a shot. I ask Florence to drink it.
She coughs hard until blotches of blood pour out of her lips. She violently shakes until she goes limp on the floor – her eyes have gone white.
I grab the bottle and notice a writing below the flask.
‘No more problems.’
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