I needed to see the Godmother. The Godmother would fix everything. She would make it all stop hurting. She would make him love me.
The Godmother grants wishes to those with worthy causes. And what could be a more worthy cause than a broken heart?
I’d heard about her through one of my friends whose cousin’s boyfriend’s sister had gone to see her. I didn’t know what the cost would be. I didn’t particularly care. All I knew was that I wanted results. I needed results. Desperately. And the Godmother promised guaranteed results. (more…)