Life is preplanned. We tend to schedule our upcoming eternities and try to create a journey on our accord.
Ally is in her high school years and she has her life preplanned. She's just like any other girl next door. Her tenderness often makes people...
*UNEDITED* Recap: The door was sealed and I was left to sleep. Only if they knew I had a lot on my mind.
Brendon left me there lying for good, he didn't even drop a text, what is he, my mind pulled a lot of accusations.
I cried myself to bed and the moonlight waned.
*
"Last night was terrible, as I should term it. I couldn't recall sleeping in." I told my mom.
It was 8 in the morning and I had no school so I went to my dad's room.
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His room has this sophisticated bohemian vibe to it. Whenever I enter, it feels like I have stepped into a different dimension.
It was silent like an ocean and radiant like my father's smile. He has this diverse rack of books. Growing up, he has always taught me that books are the ocean of knowledge.
"The only ocean worth drowning in" he always quotes.
I never went through his bookshelf until now.
Who knows, maybe I could find some grimoire stuff.
"Ally", I heard my dad calling out my name.
He was in that gigantic bathrobe, which almost smells like tulips.
"So what do you want?" I heard him questioning.
"Dad, do you believe in witches and stuff" I proposed the question shortly.
I had this reaction in my mind, the one that Amy portrayed, that day. I expected it to come from his viewpoint too but it wasn't the case.
My dad shoved the stool away and sat on it.
"Why do you ask?" He said.
"No, I was just surfing the other day and came across this article, addressing the witches and grimoires" I gasped as I said.
"Ally, do you still have that pink Scooby your aunt gave you?" He asked.
"Oh, that lucky charm, yeah it's still in my drawer" I countered his suspicion.
"So, you believe in charms?" He said.
"No, I mean yes, whenever I have it in my pocket, only good things come to me," I answered.
"If you believe in something, then it is real. You believe in charms and it has become your reality now. It doesn't matter if I believe it or not as long as you have trust and faith in that thing."
He stood and went in front of the mirror.
"You need to ask this question from yourself, DO YOU BELIEVE IN WITCHES? and if you do then it is real" He rotated his eyes and made his way to the wooden shelf.
Pulling a publication out from his collection, he gave me a book, the weight seemed unbearable.
"It's a book you'd need if you hunt more". He said with a sweet smile.
