My breathing had quickly increased in the last five minutes. Perhaps it was from the sudden outburst of running, or the adrenaline pumping through my bloodstream. I didn't know, the thoughts in my mind raced like rockets. There was no time to process a word. Danger crept in the corner, and I was hungry for the edgy feeling. A strand of my dark curls was swept from my face by a familiar pale hand.
"Are you scared now, Sandrine?" His voice hums deeply, slightly out of breath like me. His lips moved smoothly, unlike mine, which quivered.
"Not at all, I'm a Windsor." I smirk, raising my eyebrow like that was even a question. I see his smile spread, dimples caving in. The older boy loved to tease, I believe it was one of his talents. Something he must have picked up to manipulate his way into certain situations, just like this one.
"God!" He groans, "I love this feeling." pressing his long body closer to the wall we lean into. Shadows covered us like blankets on a chilled night.
"I always knew you had an edge, Sandrine."
We go silent, pressed to the crumbling brick wall, the Scatola di Cristallo gripping tightly in my hands. It's glowing power seeped in my fingers and a sense of joy rushed through me. I had waited for this moment for so long, as many before me had. I look back up at him to meet his eyes. His were an extraordinary emerald. Some say the eyes are the windows to the souls. I say the risk is the window.
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The Sidekick.
Fanfictionutopia societies are corrupt. there's always a hero, but what about the sidekick? all rights reserved to @ashtonschuckle no stealing ideas, characters, or plot.
