Being in college is awesome. I'm an excellent student. So much so that my teachers are a bit baffeled. Since the change took place my intelligence level went up way beyond that of Albert Einstein. Needless to say school was a breeze. Having a photographic memory helped. I was in the final semester of my last year when my significant other, Jay, of six years comes over to my lovely apartment without so much as a "heads-up" text.
Unaware of this surprise, I had my wings out, you know letting them breathe and enjoying the feeling of being able to relax. Part of my vast list of abilities, I am able to hide my wings. It gets annoying having to hide all the time. Anyway, Jay shows up and walks in to my apartment. He goes to my bedroom and I hear the bottle hit the ground.
"Jay!?" I say softly
"Misty.. What.. Whats going on with you?" He asks breathlessly.
I stand slowly, as not to scare him. I move to stand further away. Giving him space. "I'd planned on showing you on Saturday. Its been killing me for so long now." I said softly.
"What do you mean by so long?" He aasked, the first hint of anger showing.
"I've been like this since I was sixteen. It happened on my birthday...."
"SIXTEEN! Jesus Misty! We started dating six months before that. You couldn't fucking tell me that this happened? Seems like ssomething you mention to the guy you're dating, wouldn't you say?" He says, cutting me off.
"Jay, I didn't know what was going on! I was a freak! I've tried telling you multiple times. I just couldn't! You meant too much to me then and even now! I didn't want you to look at me the way you are now!" I said, my own anger flaring.
He took a few steps towards me but stooped. He looked me in the eyes and looks away quickly. "You should have told me Mist, I would have tried to understand. You know this. But six years of you hiding this. Is everything a lie?"
"God no! I'm still me. I just not human. I've done years of research. I'm the last of my kind. I am still the same I was six years ago. I'm still the same silly, cheesy girl you asked out." I said ending in a whisper.
I look at him. My eyes pleading, but all I see is the thing I never wanted to see in his eyes: disgust.
"Goodbye." Is all he says before leaving. I hear the door click shut softly and it's all it takes for me to fall apart.
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Death Dealer
FantasyHave you ever been so confused about what's happening around you, that you have to stop and think to yourself "What the hell is happening here?" Well that's exactly how I felt seeing my world fall apart.
