You and the Jester had been enemies ever since the two of you met a couple years ago. Both of you worked for the same circus, but every single one of the staff at this circus had a curse. The Jester, for example, was cursed to have to no physical contact with any other human being. If he did, he would be instantly killed for breaking his curse.

You were a well known acrobat in the circus, known for your elegant stunts and beauty. Yet your curse was to never fall in love with someone, if you did, you would also instantly be killed for breaking your curse.

It was peforming night, it was very crowded backstage as everyone wandered around to try and get to their spot. You bumped into one another on your way to your assigned spot, but as you did so, you met eyes with the Jester of the circus. Someone bumped into you from the side, which made your hand brush against the hand of the Jester. It was a physical touch as you directly touched his skin. The Jester's eyes widened in horror, knowing his curse all too well. His breathing stocked, ready to face his faith.

But nothing happened.