Fall in love in a weekwe get by - стр. 3
– How can I not return? Why?! “I started to think wildly about everything at once: about the charlatan witch who probably had a hand in this outrage, and the ticket to Sydney bought last week. ? unfinished projects and materials not delivered on time, even about brazen red-haired Alice, whom she promised to feed and brush while Mrs. Wilburn sunbathed on the beach in Brighton.
– Wrong paths, dark, forgotten. They accepted the victim and closed. For good.
–What sacrifice? “I wanted to scream, but instead I squeezed out a barely audible whisper, because I already understood: I am the victim. The real one.
“I,” the girl seemed to echo. -You are still alive, but I am not.
– But if I’m alive, I need to be brought back to myself!
– Stupid. You are alive – here. In my body, but the body is not the main thing. You are still you.
– And you? “Somehow I immediately, instantly forgot my own irritation and indignation, giving way to acute, unusually painful sympathy.
– Not anymore. Time is lost, the paths are closed, the ritual is completed. The connection with the body is severed. If you hadn’t been pulled into it, a body would have been found here in the morning.
– What am I supposed to do?
It's not like I was expecting an answer. It seems clear and so – accept the situation and move on. But they gave me the answer, yes what!
– You must cheat fate. Bypass the curse, otherwise it will take two more lives.
– Wait! – I grabbed my head and shuddered, feeling thick wavy curls instead of the usual short haircut. – Wait, not so fast. You were talking about a ritual, not a curse! About the love spell ritual, I remembered an important detail. – A love spell can, of course, be considered a curse, but somehow… conditionally? More philosophically than…
“The one I was before was mistaken,” apparently, the ghost was tired of listening to my helpless babble. – Interfered with something that should not be interfered with. She called upon the wrong forces, spoke the wrong words. I'm sorry. I try to help. Now I see more, much more. I know something I never knew.
–What kind of curse?
– For love. You have a week. He does too. If there is no love, there will be no life. Both of you.
– I have?
“This body,” the ghost seemed to shrug. – So, you have it. And Dougal. And he didn’t even know about anything.
– Dougal is someone else… Is he even someone? Did I understand you correctly, did you cast a love spell on him? And now he has to fall in love with me?
“He’s into you, and you’re into him.”
– What if I don’t like him?
– You will die. Both. And guess what? – the ghost’s hair suddenly stood up, and he himself seemed to be filled with an otherworldly, deathly light. – If he dies, I won’t forgive you for this! I will find it even after death.
“Look,” I stood up and shook off my robe. – Don’t forgive yourself first. You started all this, not me. But I want to live, so let’s hope that I like your Dougal. At least a little.
– He was never mine. The one I was before… I'm sorry, I really am. The usual stupidity, an argument with girlfriends, a desire to please everyone, even him. No feelings except pride and selfishness.
– Yes… Well, you and… – You can’t even find words for this!
– If it could be fixed… But what’s done is done.