“ Help me, please.” Came a small girl, looking up at me. There was a line behind her.

I nodded, assuming today would be long and weary.

I pressed my thumb to her forehead, feeling every ache of cancer through her body, fizzing around in one certain area like soda.

Then in a moment, the area was quiet once more.

“ Thank you, mister Swarvoski. I’m allowed back in my house again!” She happily skipped off in the direction of where her supposed house was.

“.. Mr. Swarvoski?”

After a long dreary day, I had one last person awaiting my magic, at least, that’s what I had assumed.

“ That first girl died.” The woman spoke. She had a hood on, yet he could see parts of her skin was decorated nicely with vitiligo.

The woman began explaining that I had used too much magic on the little girl.

On all of them.

Too much magic is bad.

“.. But *you* didnt know that. Now, they’re all dead, Swarvoski.” Suddenly, the woman was gone. And yet, I couldnt feel an ounce of remorse for my accidental murders.