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0:05 Amarre I' m extremely desperate. This has lasted almost three years and although I am aware that I was the cause of everything I am suffering today, by sharing this, I really hope to be able to find a solution to all my problems. Throughout my life I have always had a great fascination and taste for everything related to fantasy, magic and mythology, although for me everything was just entertainment. I never really imagined any of that could be real. I used to take it as a fun thing to have a good time with.

0:45 But everything changed when I went into high school and met my best friend, whom I will call Esmeralda. When I met her, I noticed that Esmeralda also liked all those issues of witchcraft and science fiction, so I quickly thought we could be very good friends. The more I talked to her, the more I realized that unlike me, Esmeralda didn' t take that as fantasy stuff. She was absolutely sure that magic and spells could be real. At first I was skeptical, but Esmeralda began to introduce me more into this world of witchcraft. They were things like astrology, crystals, reading tarot and all that sort of soterism stuff, and after a while I started enjoying it a lot, as I felt something really happened every time I used all those things. Very soon we both started to level up trying to make small spells at midnight to attract wealth or good omens for some test. It was a secret between the two of us, because, while we didn' t think we were doing anything wrong, we also didn' t know that many people could make fun of us for doing it to a reasonable extent. I really felt like all that worked, and that' s why I liked this whole thing even more. I wanted to explore much more of him, because by

2:16 that moment in my life I felt that there was a whole world related to the magic I really wanted to explore. I remember we were already close to our senior year of high school, when a new girl entered the classroom. From the first moment I saw her, I was quite in love with her, I didn' t know how to explain it, but I just knew I needed her to be my girlfriend. I clearly remember that that day, during the hour of rest, I went with her and tried to tell her my intentions by asking her for an appointment. She rejected me and really didn ' t seem to have any interest in me I felt sad and disappointed, so I walked away from her for him that moment. As much as I tried, I just couldn' t get rid of the idea that she was my girlfriend. I talked it over with Esmeralda and she recommended that I forget her. After all, I didn' t even know her well and she was simply guiding me by her physical appearance. She told me that maybe when I talked to her a little more, I' d realize we didn' t have much in common. I did not fully agree with this conclusion reached by my best friend and I continued to try in some way. I got her Instagram account and tried to talk to her around. She answered me very vaguely or very often. I just quickly knew I couldn' t talk about

3:46 anything in that way with her either. I felt really desperate, because something inside of me knew that if she gave me a minimum chance, I could be the best boyfriend in the world for her. I couldn' t get her to break that perception she had of me. The course of the school cycle was moving forward and she couldn' t get her to look at me no matter what she did. On the contrary, I also realized that I was starting to bother her, I decided to leave her for peace. Soon after, when we were close to the final exams, my friend found something on an Internet forum. They were different kinds of rituals for moorings and sweetenings.

4:33 She showed them to me, not to use them, but simply as a joke. He told me he didn' t understand who could be desperate enough to fall so low and bewitch a person to love him. Although in the first instance I agreed. After reading about the sweetening, my opinion changed. Until that moment in my life I knew absolutely nothing about him sweetness. I' d heard about the mooring, but never about that. It turned out that if you managed to do it right, the person in question could have positive thoughts about you and that didn' t seem entirely bad, at least in my thinking of that moment. I thought it wouldn' t be forcing anyone to love me, but just getting her to open her mind a little bit to get to know me a little better. I told my friend about it and almost immediately she told me that something like that wasn' t worth doing. I was too clinging to do it, making all kinds of excuses and trying to lighten the fact that I would be basically haunting a person.

5:45 Finally, those points were valid enough for emerald, so he told me he was fine and that he would help me. We both waited until the full moon to perform that ritual of sweetening as we did absolutely everything that Internet forum told us. The next day nothing happened at all. She followed exactly the same attitude as usual. I was disappointed by this and my friend told me it was probably just things made up that day. I just tried to forget it later. That same day, when I returned home, I reread those printed sheets that my friend had given me to perform the ritual and realized that, by accident, my friend had also printed those pages of the marre.

6:39 I really don' t know what happened to me, since I always knew that something like that just couldn' t be the right thing and that it wasn' t a good way to have someone by your side at the time I was totally blinded by wanting that girl to give me just one chance by taking advantage of almost all the things, I did that job this time wanting it with all my strength. Obviously, I' m not putting what I did here. I wouldn' t want anyone to do it, but let' s just say I finally had to bury him. When I finished, I didn' t know exactly if it had worked or not, but I really hoped it would. Although I remember a part of me feeling very ashamed for what I had done. I decided not to tell emerald, because I thought there was a high probability that, like sweetening, this mooring would not work either, so it was not worth humiliating for something like that.

7:41 When I just walked into the living room the next day, I noticed something. She stared at me, smiled at me and greeted me. I greeted him back and went to sit in the usual place next to my friend. I remember as soon as I sat down, Esmeralda looked at me surprised and whispered to me that the sweetening had worked. I returned an uncomfortable smile to her, because deep down I was perfectly aware that that was not the reason she was waving at me at the time. That same day, during the break, while waiting for my food in the school cafeteria, that girl approached me and greeted me again. I felt a little upset, but at the same time quite excited that my desires were finally coming true. I answered the greeting and we both began to talk, but, to my misfortune, I realized that, as Esmeralda had predicted, the reality is that we did not have many things in common. We seemed to be completely different people To begin with, she was not interested in the subject of mythology and magic at all.

8:52 She was interested in things that seemed boring to me. I decided to overlook all this first conversation since at last, what I had long long longed for was becoming a reality. I assumed it didn' t matter if we didn' t have the same interests, because after all, in a relationship we didn' t have to be exactly the same and we might as well find something we could share. We both spent about a week talking until we finally became boyfriends. It wasn' t something I asked for all week.

9:33 I was really trying to find themes in common with her or even try to create something new so that we could both share we were totally different. But that girl was really obsessed. He texted me a lot, and basically if I didn' t answer him in at least half an hour, he' d call me to ask me what he was doing. In fact, it was she who told me that we should be boyfriends and, although by that time I wasn' t quite sure, I said yes, because I thought it was something I had always wanted and missed the opportunity would be simply ridiculous, something inside me kept telling me that was not right and the worst came as soon as our relationship was formalized. That' s when that girl became much more dependent. She wanted me to be with her all the time at school and, on top of that, she was jealous practically of any girl who was near me, even Esmeralda. He told me many times that I had to get away from her so that our relationship would prosper. I wasn ' t willing to do something like that, because I really loved my friend very much and I just didn' t think it was the right thing to do and I let him know that I would never get away from my friend and after that, she started crying and screaming at me that I was probably going to cheat on her and that sort of thing even I remember that at

11:09 that time I saw the perfect opportunity to tell her once and for all that maybe it would be better to finish if I didn' t have confidence in how much I said those things to her. She freaked out more and told me that I couldn' t leave her that she really needed me and that kind of thing that made me feel too uncomfortable. I almost immediately knew that I couldn' t leave her because it was something I had done and if I did, she could do something very bad, like try her life. So I decided to tell her I was okay, that I wasn' t going to leave her, but that we' d have to put some limits on our relationship so she could be healthier. Although at first she accepted absolutely everything I was saying quickly I could deduce that the only reason she was accepting all that was for me not to leave her. After a few days, she started to auto invite herself to any exit she had with my friend.

12:11 If Esmeralda and I went out, she just happened to show up at that place. I didn' t know exactly how. She always knew where we were going to be. When it came time to start seeing him from college. She was only certain of one thing and it was that she wanted to go to exactly the same university that I at that time wanted to study computer science at the University and even though she was perfectly aware that she was not interested in any of the careers offered by the university in which I was applying, she also applied and not only that, but she decided to enroll exactly in the same career that I reminded me many times that it would be great for us to stay in the same room, you would see the same classes and share absolutely everything together until we graduated. This whole situation was really making me too uncomfortable, but because of my young age and also the feeling of guilt that I felt for having made that tie with her, it made me unable to leave her For a moment I thought that, perhaps because of fate randoms it was either her or maybe me, we would not pass the university exam and we would have to go to different cities and that relationship would gradually dissipate. To my misfortune, we stayed at the same university, while for her. That was all too happy for me. It was just a horrible

13:48 thing. My best friend also stayed at the same university, but she was studying language and literature there, so, even though we were still well gifted because of the difference in classes and jobs, we were seeing each other less and less. I was basically totally stuck with my high school girlfriend as hard as I was trying. I just couldn' t get used to that dependent relationship. She really wanted to know the whole time where she was or who she was with. She was extremely obsessed. I even remember that I had installed something on my phone so that all the messages that I received would also reach yours. Over the months, this whole situation became totally unsustainable. So, one day armed with enough courage, I told her I didn' t want to be her boyfriend anymore. As expected, she started crying and telling me she couldn' t let her love me and all that kind of stuff anyone could ever say. Me. I was just telling her to leave me alone and she didn' t want to be her boyfriend anymore. Finally, I decided to go away so that I would not get any more remorse and decided to go back to her. I thought at that moment that everything had already been solved and that I would have no problem. I thought maybe over time, not being together, that mooring would just disappear. I couldn'

15:22 t be more wrong. After that day, she began harassing me in an increasingly disturbing way. At first I only filled my tray with all sorts of messages on any social network, whether it was Facebook, Instagram, Whatsapp and even sent me several emails and no matter how many times she blocked it. He always created new accounts to keep sending me messages, telling me that he had made a big mistake, that we were meant to be together and that he would not rest until we were happy again. I always ignored all these messages, erasing them almost immediately and many times without opening them. But this wasn' t enough to stop her. Very soon it began to be physical.

16:14 Different letters slipped under my door and my mailbox filled only with letters from her begging me for a second chance, telling me that I was going to change and many other things. I remember most of the guys in my department congratulating me and telling me how lucky I was to have such a nice girl begging me. I didn' t feel at all fortunate, especially because very soon those letters became much more threatening, telling me that I had seen myself talk to other girls and that if I thought of becoming her boyfriend, then she would hurt them and then hurt me. All this was too serious and I tried to report but for the simple fact of being a man, no one gave importance to my case by telling me that there was no problem and that surely she was not telling it seriously. Nobody did anything. I was so distressed that I asked emerald if we could talk and that I would really like to talk to her. So my friend made the time and we agreed to meet in a part of the school to talk. Once there, I got off steam with her. I told him absolutely everything. My friend didn ' t really know how to comfort me, but in an attempt to give me her support, she hugged me. She told me she was fine and that, while she had made a mistake, we only had to find a

17:47 way to break it so that she would stop seeing me as a necessity. After that we said good- bye and each of us went his own way. A couple of hours later, when I was already home, my phone rang by that time I had gotten used to checking who the person was calling me if it was an unknown number. I definitely didn' t answer anymore, as my ex- girlfriend used different types of phones to keep harassing me. But at that point, when I checked the number, I realized it was emerald. Without much thought I answered thinking that maybe I had found something related to the moorings and how to undo them. Although the person on the other side, if he sounded like my friend, I couldn' t help but notice that he sounded a little different, I couldn' t identify what he was. But it was like something was still bothering her so I asked her what she wanted and she told me that, please, I had to go with her to her house. I found it a little strange, but she insisted and told me I had to go. Finally, I agreed and walked home. Once there, what in r NS was absolutely horrible. My friend rented a room on the roof of a house so I had no roommates, although on the roof there were three more rooms. When I came in, there was her and my ex- girlfriend, and not only that,

19:18 but my ex- girlfriend had her threatened with a gun. He was totally out of his mind. She was telling us that she knew that we both had something and that we' d always been making fun of her. Despite our attempts to explain it to her, she didn' t understand it and kept pushing me to get back together. The situation was so tense that I was about to say yes. At that time the police arrived, as someone who rented the room across the street had seen the whole scene from his window and had called the police. Luckily, the situation didn' t get older and although I thought it would all be solved there, to my surprise, a couple of days later they released it without any kind of consequence. Despite wanting to file complaints this time legally, simply no one listened to me, so I just stayed to find a way to break that mooring. After a long search on the Internet, we found that the most efficient way was to find the thing I had buried and destroy it. The first weekend I could, along with my friend, we went to my hometown and set out to dig up the thing I had buried to do the mooring. Once there I realized that it was going to be something much harder than I thought. I

20:48 had buried him in a wasteland near my house, but the owners of that land had sold sections of him and had already built a house just where Cno remembered burying him. That thing was under the concrete foundations of that house, so it was simply impossible for me to dig it up. In my desperation, we even tried to find him around, but we couldn' t find him. Disappointed, we returned to college soon my ex- girlfriend stalked me again after a couple of weeks. Dealing with it, we decided to go with sorcerers and shamans to try and undo it. Most looked at me with a certain anger, considering it repugnant to have forced someone to love me that way. Most wanted to help me, although we have not managed to do anything to date. I' m living the consequences. So far no one has managed to break that mooring I made, as everyone has told me that the only way to do this is by digging up that amulet I made.

21:59 But it' s impossible for me right now. Story written and adapted by Lisa Hernández