And I hate saying it so bluntly. It makes me sound like some hack psychic who fakes the ability as a means of exploitation and a paycheck. I’ve never made money from my ability. I’ve never taken advantage of it. And, until now, I’ve never spoken of it to anybody.
But I really do see them, and I’m starting to view it as more of a curse. I have a reason for typing this out and I assure you, there isn’t a happy ending.
“He walked the streets of Romania, looking for a Bride. He had been alone for years, watching happy couples be free, full of life, and full of love. He looks along the streets when he spots me, sitting there with tears and blood. He kneels by me and a irony taste fills my lips as I’m soon lifted by him, cradled in his arms…” (Credit to cher)