"I wish I didn't hope for a better future. 

"I wish I didn't want to live. 

"I wish I didn't want to love. 

"Those are my three wishes Genie. Grant them."

The hardened visage of a stoic figure cut a silhouette in the dim light. A keen blade held to his own throat, while a very different figure recoiled in the mirror, bound as it was to the seemingly emotionless man.

It watched the man closely, and spoke softly.

"For your first Wish, I take your threads of Fate. Hope no more, for you have no Future."

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The blade pressed deeper into his neck. It wasn't enough. He still wanted to live.

"For your second Wish, I take your Heart. Want no more, you have no Meaning in life."

The world turned grey. The blade slipped in his hand as he stumbled forwards, fist cracking the mirror. A hollow sensation in his chest. Wetness bloomed in his hands, around the blade and where shards of the mirror cut into him.

He fell to his knees. He didn't care about the pain! But the emptiness in his chest was growing, and an animal instinct, a panic to live set in. It wasn't enough. He still wanted to live.

The Genie peered out beyond the shattered mirror beneath his hands. With an almost gentle sadness, he spoke.

"For your third and final Wish, I've already taken your Heart. Without Meaning, the Void already in you will consume you. Without a Future, there is no one to love. For you?

"I take your Past. Know not the love of a mother. The love of friendship. Want no more for love.

"Rest."

The man slumped to the ground and the Genie fled.

But the Void remained.