"Yes, your dad. He would always sing that silly song...you...even gave me a..." Elsie smiles, somewhat lost in her memories. "A magical box that stored your voice, singing that song."
Elsie sat down, back to a rock.
"Yes Cassie. We were best friends. Every year we would sneak out to those fields. Play in the lake. Your dad always made the most fantastic pies. He was really tall, which kind of scared me a bit. But he also had the most amazing voice..."
Tears began to form once more.
Why is this happening?
An awful realization hit Michael. His curse. Everyone around him got hurt. And it was always his fault.
Oh Shades, how could I do this to them?