2024-03-27 18:51:56MATTEO POV
With a sigh, I awoke and looked around for Sylvie. The last thing I recall is that we were involved in a car accident.
"Matteo, don't move," urged my pal Reed.
"Where is Sylvie?" I asked. I'm attempting to ignore the discomfort of my wounds. He remained silent and his eyes was drawn to the ground. I stood up after removing the syringe from my wrist.
"Do you know where she is?" I questioned him again, panicked.
"She's in a life-threatening condition. Outside the room, her parents are waiting for her," he informed me of this. Hearing about her precarious health made my heart twitch with pain. I hurriedly exited the room, hoping to get a glimpse of her. As I approached her chamber, I noticed an elderly couple crying on the bench. They were Sylvie's parents, who were supporting one another after seeing their daughter's condition. Looking at Sylvie's outside the room, I maintained my hand on the window glass. She had an oxygen mask on her face, as well as numerous medical cables and white bandages covering her head. Her gorgeous wrinkle-free face was covered with wounds and bruises.
"Did you put on her engagement ring?" a gruff voice yelled. When I turned to face the voice, I noticed Sylvie's father. He was dressed in a wrinkled black tuxedo and appeared to be roughly 60 years old.
"Did you wear that engagement ring?" he said once more, pointing to Sylvie's finger. Sylvie had informed me that we needed to discuss our engagement with her family because they were quite possessive of her. But I didn't think to tell them by myself.
"Sir, you are correct. On her finger, I wore the engagement ring. Since three years, we've been covertly dating. "We had a lot of love for each other," I admitted humbly. Memories started flashing in front of my eyes every time we spent time together.
"Why the heck did you both get engaged?"
he exclaimed angrily. I was perplexed by his rage because, as a father, he should be pleased for her."She won't make it," he grumbled, frustratedly running his fingers through his hair.
"Sir, Please don't say anything like that. For the sake of me, she will endure," I persuaded myself and her father that she couldn't leave me alone. Then, while touching Sylvie's face, her mother rose from the bench and ran her palm over the window glass.
"We were not her adversaries who forbade her from loving. But solely for her sake, for her life," her eyes spark with anguish. I was perplexed by their perplexing responses and questions. Why are they making such disparaging remarks about their own daughter?
"Can you tell me what you're talking about?" I asked, my brows wrinkled, perplexed. She strolled over to the bench, her attention fixed on me. She then removed the diary and forwarded it to me.
"This is Sylvie's diary," I explained as I stared at it. Sylvie had previously demonstrated it to me.
"We've been reading her diary in secret just to keep up with her activities. We forced her ex-boyfriends to break up with her on several occasions without her knowledge. You were the only one we were unaware of." Her mother clenched her teeth violently and added, "She didn't write anything about you." Instead of clearing my mind, I became more perplexed and had more questions.
"How come you didn't just let her enjoy her life?" I snarled at her, my lips twisted in disappointment. I understand being possessive of their kid, but they were attempting to control her life, which was not a healthy thing.
"Because she is cursed," she groaned deeply.
"What…cursed?"
"She is, indeed, cursed. Her father has inherited not just property and fortune, but also a curse. Our royal family previously resided in Europe. There was a lovely palace, encircled by a lovely lake. Twen, the late King Mark's brother, attempted to molest a beautiful girl named Lily in the castle some 300 years ago. Lily jumped off the royal terrace in an attempt to save herself. Father D'Souza, the royal priest, was her father. She was getting married soon. King Mark chastised his brother for his transgressions. If his dead parents had not taken a vow from him to look after his younger brother, he would have hanged him. Father D'Souza, a learned and powerful spiritual master, was furious to the point of anger. When King Mark came, he was standing alongside his daughter Lily's body. From his brother's side, he apologized to Father D'Souza and pledged to give her daughter justice. However, the master was outraged, and he did not listen to the king's apologies or behave in a similar manner. He cast a dreadful curse on King Mark, saying that no daughter in the king's family would ever marry. His daughter was about to marry and live happily ever after. But it broke, and his delight was taken away. They will die immediately if they ever attempt to marry or become engaged. To forgive the curse, the king placed his crown in front of his feet. The master, on the other hand, kicked the king's crown and rendered him powerless for the rest of his life. We've been protecting our daughter's life since then," she sobbed, the diary falling to the ground. Peter entered the ICU and removed Sylvie's engagement ring off her finger. He handed me the ring as he walked out of the ICU.
"Just take back your ring and forget about Sylvie," he sighed hard.
"However, Uncle Peter, I couldn't forget about her and couldn't live without her."
He placed his palm on my cheek, suggesting that I should keep my mouth shut.
"I always advised you to tell her the truth. But you didn't listen to me, did you? "He yelled angrily at Daisy, his wife.
"I also happen to be her mother. I just wanted her to have a happy and carefree childhood. She would be terrified if she knew the truth all of the time."
"What would have occurred if something had happened to her?"
"She will not be harmed in any way. Because they will be isolated from one another, "she murmured, her gaze falling on me.
"Peter, Uncle, You only listened to me once," I begged them, but they turned away from me with their backs to me.
"Let's move from here, Matteo," Reed remarked as he dragged me out of the ICU corridor. I was speechless and powerless when I saw Sylvie, my love, separated from me. We were on nine clouds of happiness till yesterday. I can't give up on her simply because the circumstances aren't ideal. Relationships that are excellent aren't great because they are free of challenges. They're fantastic because both people care about each other enough to figure out a way to make it work.
"Until I die," I murmured, "no cursed will be able to separate us."
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Third Person POV "Have this coffee, Matteo," Reed said, handing Matteo a cup of coffee. He was sitting by Sylvie's side, clutching her hand. Matteo's gaze switched from Sylvie to Reed, and he snatched the cup from Reed's grip. The door opened as Matteo sipped his coffee, and Peter entered the room. He was also holding two mugs of coffee. "Oh! You've already had a cup of coffee, right? "Peter muttered something. With a rigid face, he motioned towards Sylvie's bed. "Excuse me, Reed had already brought something from me?" He sighed hard and after a brief pause, said, "No, it's okay." "I'm grateful for everything you're doing for me."Matteo consoled him with a grin and a hug. "We have to preserve her," Matteo reassured him, "and it's not done yet." Professor Beth burst into the room, panting, with a jerk of the door. Professor Beth was enjoying his coffee when the coffee machine began to quiver. He also heard a growling voice coming from the hospital counter, so he moved his
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Third Person POVSylvie's physique was deteriorating and her hair was going grey as she approached death. Her parents were becoming increasingly concerned about their daughter's survival. While they were sitting on the corridor beach, Reed, Matteo, and Professor Beth came sprinting towards them."How is she, Peter?" Matteo inquired of Sylvie's father. As a powerless father, he stood from his chair, suppressing his frustration."What will she be like? Despite my caution, you two met and continued your relationship. Her skin is beginning to sag, and her hair is beginning to grey "With agony in his voice, he said. Matteo was disgusted with himself and pressed his eyes to the ground. If he had been in his place, he would not have known how to respond to a father.He would have loathed and cursed him then as well. They switched their sight to the window where Sylvie could be seen. Her chest rose and fell quickly, as if she was having trouble breathing. "What is going on with her?" Matteo
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Third Person POVMatteo entered the dungeon's left route, which was lined with green branches and stems, and as he moved deeper into the road, he noticed a woman with long nails, protruding eyes, curled black hair, a scarlet robe, a ruby necklace around her neck, and a black stick with a skull on its head."Greetings, Matteo. My name is the Dungeon witch spirit, and I am your examiner." I'd put you to the test by posing three separate questions to you. "The first two would be riddles, and the third would be a choice between two possibilities," she stated with a smile. She tapped the skull of her stick with her index finger. He was examining her looks when she spoke up in the middle of his thoughts. "You may gaze me later, Matteo," she said, her eyes rolling in a circular motion. Though she was amusing, her features sent shivers down his spine."Should we begin?" she asked, raising her brows and focusing her pinner gaze on him. Matteo responded with a nod of his head, his gaze falling
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Third-person perspectiveReed inhaled deeply and blinked open his eyes wide, remembering his last experience with the Lizard. He had to go through a lot of pain."Please, Reed, take a deep breath gently," Matteo cautioned. He found himself in a guest house room after a quick search. Reed inhaled deeply and reached across the table for a glass of water."The graveyard sweeper brought you here," Matteo grumbled. Matteo sighed deeply. When Matteo witnessed his best friend's wounds, he was devastated. Reed took a step down from the and his skin was sliced by the window glass, yet he didn't have a crease of suffering on his face."Can you tell me what you're doing?""I am really dissatisfied with myself.""But why is that? You've already done so much for us, haven't you?""I haven't done anything at all. And the rite was not completed.""No, you've completed your side projects, but I failed the ceremony, allowing the witch to flee the house. You would not have been wounded if I had not cea
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Reed POV(Flashback)Beep. Beep. Beep. I woke up to the sound of my alarm, 6AM. I had an hour before Matteo came to get me for school. Matteo and I go way back. We've been friends since first grade, ever since Bobby Keegan dumped his chocolate milk over Matteo's head and then I stepped on Bobby's foot and he cried. After that Matteo thought I was the coolest kid ever. I mean what other first grader would do that right?I rolled out of my bed and turned on the shower. The warm water ran over my body and I slowly began to wake up.Mia, Sylvie, and I finished our breakfast. Sylvie and I took turns taking showers and getting ready to leave. Mia decided to stay home and work on some songs. I walked out of the bathroom and into my bedroom and shook the water out of my hair. Sylvie looked up at me and her eyes widened when she noticed I was only wrapped in a towel."Oh, s-s-sorry, do you want me to leave?" She was stuttering."No, everything is OK. I'll just grab some clothing and go to the
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Reed's point of viewI was rushing to get near the river before 3 a.m., so I was driving fast. When my car came to a halt in the middle of the road, Mia stood in front of it. When she blocked my way, I was already in a hurry. "Are you insane?" "What's the point of standing in the middle of the road?" As I stepped out of the car, I muttered. "I'm sorry, but I realized I should have assisted you with this technique as well." "I don't want to lose my best friend," she conveyed her displeasure with a gloomy tone. She may have changed her mind after realizing Sylvie's worth. I couldn't afford to waste any more time, so I grabbed her hand and dragged her inside the car. I was turning the car in each lane with a strong drive, and the darkness in the forest was already pumping my adrenaline. Suddenly, a cat appeared in front of the car, rescuing it from being hit by the vehicle. My automobile was spun 180 degrees and violently collided with the tree. My skull was struck, and the agony was
