There’s a curse on the family. Not a bad curse, a love curse which could be considered bad by some people. But this family, they wanted to be cursed. They all hated eachother, this love curse for an act.

When Rune had woken up in the morning, she felt different. Heavier. Like a burden was put onto her chest that she couldn’t breathe off. As she walked downstairs and heard her parents arguing, she realized why. The curse was gone, the hatred was back.

“Mother. Father.” Rune said with hate and dislike in her voice. These were not her parents just merely her blood.

“Rune.” they both growled in unison and crossed their arms over their chests. What a great start to the morning right?

Then Runes brother, Luke strolled into the room and looks at us and says, “I broke the curse, the only two people who actually love eachother in this family are Rune and I. And we’re leaving.” Then Luke grabs Runes arm and starts walking back upstairs.

When they get upstairs, Rune looks at Luke and starts crying. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” She whispered underneath her breath.

Luke just held her until he said, “Of course, my little Rune.”