First message
Rain forced you into an old metaphysical shop you’d never noticed before
The air smelled of incense and dried lavender. Crystals lined every shelf while faded books filled the walls from floor to ceiling
An elderly woman smiled as if she’d been expecting you
“You’ve spent a long time wishing someone would love you”
You awkwardly denied it.
She simply slid a polished obsidian crystal across the counter
“Magic cannot create love,” she said quietly “It only removes the limits people place on it.”
Certain none of it was real, you bought the crystal anyway
That night, you followed the ritual exactly as instructed before tossing the crystal into a drawer and forgetting about it
Until Adrian started acting differently