So many things have changed, Mum. It really is true that life is a concentration of many lives which, all added up together, can never give you a satisfactory result.

I’m just nineteen, and yet I’ve lived so many lives, too many. I’ve lived more lives than all the characters in my stories.

I’ve abandoned you, I’ve abandoned a love that still pulses vividly. I’ve abandoned myself.

Mum, everything I’ve lived through I want to live again. I want to make the same mistakes.

I’m locked away in my room all day and the stench of cigarettes fills the air.

My dead hair scattered on the carpet, my white, tapering fingers, my yellow irises.

I think of the dragonfly, Viola, and imagine myself reincarnated in her, if I am ever reborn. I reflect that while she may not have been part of my reality, mine and Thomas’s, in reality she was there. She’s always been there, and she’s dug a deep, deep hole inside my soul, like a wizard with a sour apple.

I sleep, I look at myself in the mirror, and I laugh. I laugh at myself, I laugh at my ghosts, I tell them to fuck off, and they start running madly all around the house. They start chanting, they tell me I’m going to die. Today Obelinda came back to see me, and she said, “Don’t imagine you’re going to get away with it.”

“I don’t imagine anything of the sort,” I told her, my eyes elsewhere.

In less than a second she slipped to the foot of my bed, widened her eyes, and asked me, “Do you know what’ll happen to you afterward, do you really know?”

“Will I keep you company in the other dimension?”

“No, worse than that,” she replied, her pupils now covering the whole of her face. Cheeks, mouth, nose—none of it existed anymore, just the eyes.

“Worse my dear,” she went on. “Don’t you know what happens to those who die of love?”

I didn’t move.

She touched one of my legs and I let out a shriek of pain. She burned my skin.

“What happens?” I asked with tears in my eyes.

“You’ll be forced to kill the one who brought you to your death. It will be your task, it will be your purpose.”

I shook my head—I didn’t want to do that.

“Yes, my darling, you will. And you’ll do it because it’s the only way of uniting yourself with him once more. You’re his demon now, and demons can only take their own favorites with them,” she said.

“You mean, you couldn’t?”

“If I did, I would go on being a damned soul, while he would be a free one. If you do it, drag him with you, because he must obey only you.”