𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐀 | (𝙣.) 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙟𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣𝙚'𝙨 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙, 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩, 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛, 𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚
──── In which she falls for his darkness and he falls for her light, until death does them apart.
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"Well, I was talking to Grams, and she said the comet is a sign of impending doom. The last time it passed over Mystic Falls, there was lots of death. So much blood and carnage, it created a bed of paranormal activity." Bonnie told her friends as they sat around a table outside of the Mystic Grill and chatted after the long day of school that they had.
"Yeah, and then you poured Grams another shot and she told you about the aliens." Caroline returned skeptically, a mocking grin spreads across her face.
Clary hasn't paid much attention throughout the whole conversation. Although she was kindly invited to join the group of three friends (which she had a slight feeling that she's invading), there were still things she didn't know about them, and therefore, couldn't participate in the discussion-- such as, Bonnie's grandmother, who has been mentioned with the nickname of 'Grams'. From the information Clary has managed to gather, Bonnie's grandma was planting the idea that she's a witch in her head, which Clary thought was intriguing, unlike Caroline and Elena, who found it absolutely absurd.
It was as though Clary was living in an imaginary world that was made of all her best dreams and fantasies which was probably the outcome of reading so many books that she was drowning herself in all the time. There was nothing on earth that she would be doubting its existence; as she always says 'anything is possible'. Even witches, for that matters.
She was called naive and ignorant before (mostly, by her brother), but that was just who she is, and maybe that's because she has so little time left to live that she couldn't exclude any chances of seeing any creature that humankind was too narrow-minded to embrace.
Regardless, she pressed her lips together and listened while gazing at the cotton-like clouds floating on the blue sky, the warming sunlight kissing her pale cheeks and the tip of her nose. She was thankful that the wind wasn't as strong as predicted today, since she decided not to bring a jacket along with her, and only settled for her favorite black t-shirt with the print of "Guns N' Roses".
"So then what?" Caroline carried on while Clary's mind was drifting to her own thoughts, her eyes staring at the trees in the distance and the birds that chirped on them.
"So then nothing." Elena denied with a small, coy smile.
"You and Stefan talked all night? There was no sloppy first kiss or touchy-feely of any kind?" When Caroline, with her eternal need to meddle in the life of all the people who surrounded her, asked a blushing Elena again, Clary's attention returned to the conversation.
"Nope. We didn't go there." Elena repeated while folding some programs for the event that night.
"It doesn't always go there.." Clary tried to support Elena's claim and became unsure with her answer the moment Caroline gave her a look, "..does it?"
