The spell is broken.

It happened without a warning. BANG.

And now I am able see your overconfident smile. Your arrogant eyebrows. I can hear your empty words. Your inexhaustible need for confirmation. And everlasting admiration. Careless. You are careless. Yes, you are.

I fall thankful back to the ground. Resting on the warm, black, swarming, crowding, living soil. Awakening from the living dead. With a tiny pale pink wind-flower close to my left cheek. A drowsy bee tickles my forehead.

Next time you meet me with that smile.

I will not smile back. HA.

A pitiful revenge. For a pitiful being.