I understood then. True love, in this dark fable, was not a union. It was a parasite . The beloved does not love back because the curse feeds on unrequited devotion. It is a machine that burns one soul at a time to keep a dead man walking. I could have accepted my fate. Many had before me. The monastery's crypt held the skeletons of thirty-seven women, each with a silver ring on her finger and a smile on her skull. They had loved Sebastián until their bodies gave out. They had died happy, if you consider starvation while staring at a beautiful face to be happiness.
When I opened my eyes, he was standing before me. La Maldicion Del Amor Verdadero
He looked.