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𝑁𝑂𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝑊𝐸 𝐷𝐸𝑆𝐼𝑅𝐸𝐷

𝑁𝑂𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝑊𝐸 𝐷𝐸𝑆𝐼𝑅𝐸𝐷
ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

People like to imagine another life. They like to fantasise of a world where things are different. I believe it is built into our systems and as natural as a baby yearning and crying for its mother. It's why we have books, stories of times that were different yet the same. Perhaps in that world, there was a Queen, as old as time, or a dashing Prince slaying a dragon that guarded a sleeping princess.
But for those of us who are called normal, nothing more than an average person you would cross in the street, our imaginations are so much more tame, feathered with alterations of what we have said or done. We dream of pathways not taken, potential loves that were never explored but set to shrivel and die instead.
I too often wonder about a time that seems so long ago in my life. I think about how different my life may have been. If I hadn't agreed to that deal those years ago in Londom, I may well have been better off.
Many of us normal people tend to come to the same conclusion though: we could have no life but the one we live. We're not dreamers, or at least not anymore. We're rationalists, pessimists and questioners.
Or, perhaps, we're the opposite. Maybe we just wish so much in fate and destiny that we don't have the gumption to believe in anything else.
Either way, I know one thing for certain: had I not made the deal that day, my life would have never changed so drastically, I never would have met the man that altered my view of life and I would have been trapped forever.

𝑁𝑂𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝑊𝐸 𝐷𝐸𝑆𝐼𝑅𝐸𝐷

𝑁𝑂𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝑊𝐸 𝐷𝐸𝑆𝐼𝑅𝐸𝐷
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