So, I said a spell. It was a curse, but I cast it upon myself. The dead had fallen again and we were all safe, well sort of. I was dying. Slowly. First my organs would shut down, and even if that somehow stopped my memory, my knowledge, everything that I am and that I have learned, will be gone.

And wouldn't that just be the best time to meet your life long mate? The one who was supposed to love you no matter what? Who was supposed to protect you? Make you smile, or laugh when you are sad.

But I don't think that is what I am going to get.

Nope, instead I think that I will get a busy, barely there, scientist that every woman drools over. He wore Armani suits, worked out in the gym, and barely spoke about himself. It was always work. Until he met me, a problem he couldn't fix with a simple mixing of spells, science, and pure luck.

Something deep down made me strive.

Strive to live, to get to know him like no other woman could.

Strive to live, even if that meant I would no longer be normal.

But then again, that is what he loved so much about his work.

The abnormal things that never showed up anywhere else.

And I was definitely abnormal.