“Do you have a potion for the broken heart?” she said.
“You don’t need a potion for that,” the witch said, “You write about how it could’ve never happened, in the spellbook.”
“But why?”
“For us, for a little while, tales are a different kind of magic,” the witch said, “They alter the realities.”
“That’s amazing and.. terrifying.”
“But there’s a catch – you’d instead be longing for something like.. the goodbyes to the unspoken hi, the replies to the unwritten letters.. or simply the nostalgias to the things that never were.”
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