Strangers To Lovers[Discontinued]

VII

Third Person's POV

The rest of the day went by just alright for Vee but for Luz not so much, just as expected Luz wasn't really doing all that great with all the eyes on her especially her right arm Luz could barely count it in her head at how many times she had been gripping her sleeve pulling it down to hide her right arm or how she keeps pulling her hood up covering her head especially her ears.

She felt overwhelmed of the stares and almost felt like they are judging her and she need to leave, like real quick. Luz held the books tightly closer to her and try to run from the stares but she felt herself crash against someone sending not just them but her as well to the ground and dropping her books on the ground.

"Ow."Luz rubbed her forehead and quickly felt herself tensed as she begin to hear whispers."hey are you-"Luz stared up at the figured in front of her thx to the light she could actually barely see their face but Luz barely register who they are nor careless what they look like cause the flash of her father standing in front of her with his back hand raised looking like ready to slap her appear she immediately felt her breathe quicken and stood up as she turned her back to them and run off.

Willow and Gus were both surprised of what just happened first the strange brunette bumped into them and when Willow was just asking if she is okey and helped her up she looked in panicked. Gus actually caught on the fear that had flashed ok the brunette's mind and looked up at his plant track friend.

"What you think that's for?"he asked."I don't know Gus but I think it'll be best if we don't follow her."something just deep inside Willow said that it's not a good idea to went after the brunette, they were not aware tho of a pair of amber eyes that saw the whole thing and immediately handed her books to Skara who was confused to where she is going even going as far as loudly calling her name.

But Amity didn't listened, maybe because something like a string is tugging on her to follow that brunette. She picked up the books that brunette who's name was Luz up which surprised Gus and Willow and watched the Blight went to the same direction the brunette run to.

"Now that's surprising."Gus said."talk about understatement of the year."Willow added. On the other hand a pair piercing blue-gray eyes glared at the direction the brunette and Amity run to.

(Jealousy, Jealousy)

Her breath was quickening as she can feel her heart beat quickly than before, she gripped her head as flashes of memories of 4 years ago all returned to her, the battle, war everything that had happened 4 years ago especially that one certain incident that took a toll upon her.

The whole reason why she is in this realm in the first place.

ỷ̢̛͇̯̞̩҉̷̡͜͞͝͞͏̵̵̷̴̢̢̛̀͜͢͢͜͞҉̷̸̶̧̧̨̕͢͟͟͢͢͜͞͠͝͠҉̸̀͝ơ̴̴̲̹͙̥̓̃̇̉ͯ̚͘͘̕҉̵̵̸̴̧̨̢̡̨̧̛̛̀̀́̕̕͢͢͟͠͡҉̷͏u̸̵̴̧̢̢̨͍̒ͭ́͘̕͢͟͢͢͠͝͡ͅ͏̡̨̀͘͢͡ ̗̳̫̞̪ͪ͢͏̸̷̷̴̷̸̷̧̧̨̛̀̀́̀̕͘̕͘̕͜͜͠͞͠͏̧̡̀̀͢͟͏̸͢҉͡ç̸̸̵̸̶̶̵̸̸̴̸̶̷̴̴̨̧̡̧̛̛̯͈̜̩̱̒͌͂ͨ́͘̕͘̕͜͜͢͟͟͜͟͠͡͞͡͝͞͡͡͡͡͞͡a̡̡̟͈̤͚̲͚͛ͦ͌́̚͟͡҉̷̷̸̨̨̡͜n̴̷̸̸̛̛͛̎̀́͢͡͠͞'̷̸̵̴̯́̕͟͜͏͏̶҉͢t̴̰̪͎̙̾̿ͫ̌ͪ ̸̩̻̆͌̓͢͠ͅ҉̴̷̷̸̵̴̶̡̡̧́́͘̕͢͟͟͝͞͝͡͡͠͞͝͞͞҉̶̕͘̕͜͡j̵͎̥ͦ̓̅̊́͘̕͞u̴̶̸̡̧̡̡̢̢͙̯̬̝͕ͯ̉̀̕͟͟͟͟͞͠͝͝͠ͅ҉̨̨̢̀͢͝͞s̵̶̨̡̙̘͙ͨ̈́̊̋̕͜͜͠͡҉̶̵̷̧̨́͘̕͜͟͢͡͠҉̵̡̢͘͟͏̴t̢̗̰͏҉̵̶̷̴̸̧̡̢́̀̀͢͢͟͜͝͞͝͏̵̡̢́́̀́̀̕͜͢͢͢͟͢͢͞ ̛̛̯͈̖̥͇̥̄̔ͮ͘͟҉̶d̶̴̴̢̧̢̡̛̙̳̠̫̰̋ͭ͌͋̀̕͢͡o̶̸͚̱̝̙̥͚͠҉̛͏̶̢̀͟͞͝͏̶̧̧̨̨̨͟͢͡͠͡͏̴̸̨̛̀͘͜͢͞͏͜҉҉͠͏̵̴̵̡́ ̨̛͑͘͝a̴̶̢̺̠̟̣̍̀́̕̕͜͏͏͏̴̴̡̨́̕͢͜͟͢͡͡͡͞҉̶͞͏̵̵̷̨̨̛̀̀̕͜͞͞͡͝͞͏̶̨̀̕ń̷̷̢̧͕̪̕͞͠y̫̖̯͎̌̄ͥ̃ͅͅ҉̵̷̷̴̛͘͜͜͜͠͠͏̷̷̡̡͘̕͟͜͡͏̸̶̶̵̨̡̢̨̀̕͢͠͞t̝̊͋ͤ̊̑͏̡͏̶̨̕͢͟҉̷͟͏̵̵̶̛̛̀͘͢͟҉̧̢̡̨͝͏͏̛͠͞͡҉͟ḩ̷̸̶̢̳̞̦̯̦̕͟͡͞͡҉̵̷̨̛́̀̕͠͏̸̸̵̨̡̨̡́̀̀́́́͘͢͡͞͏̶̧͟͠ỉ̴̶̡̡̨̠̪̳̗ͪ͊̎̋̀͜͟͞͝͠҉̨̢̢͜͢͢n̤̞̤̅̍̒͏̧̀́͢͜͞͡͏͏͞҉҉̸̶̶̸̨̀͘͡g̶̷̨̀͢͜҉̧҉̶͜͠͏̶̶̸̨̡̡̡̧̢̛̛̛̛̕͜͟͟͜͟͢͝͏̶̧͝ ̵̲͐͆͒͗ͦ͢͝͏ŕ̷̸̵̶̢̡̢̧̛̖̘͈̘̯̜̕͢͞͞͞ḭ͆̍̌̈͘҉̶̸̢̨̨̛́̀͘͘͟͟͟͟͞͞͠͞͝͏̧͟͝͞͏̶́҉̸̵̵̨̀͢͠͏̢̛̀́̕̕͡͝͞g̡͆̽̎̊̕͞h̶̴̵̛̦͍̠̯̰̑́̀̕͜͞͝͞͝͠ͅt̴̡̧̨̛̻͙͎̼ͥ̿̄̃ͣͩ͘͢ ̱ͦͬ̉ͨ̔̚҉́͝͠͞҉̡̨̧̕͜c̸͚͒́̍̀̕҉̸̶̶̵̡̢̡̡̕͏̴̷̕͘͜͜͟á̵̵̴̶̶̷̴̷̵̶̡̧̡̧̢̡̡̢̧̢̡̨̛̛͍̦̀̕̕͘͘̕͜͢͞͞͠͞͞͞͡҉̢̕͜͡ň̿ͨ̊͋́́̕͠'̢̞̗̱̬ͯͯ͑̂͗͏̷̶̡̢̡̛̀́̀͘̕̕͜͠͝͡͝҉̷̡́͢҉̷͝͠͡͞t̬͉̥̝̋̓͆̔̄ͅ ̸̬̪̀҉̨̛͘͢͠͏̸̡̢̢̡̛̀̀͜͝͝͝͠͠͝҉̢̧̛̛̛́͟͟͟͞y͔̻̘̗ͣ͋̏ͯ̑̀̀͠ͅ͏̵̸̷̶̸̧̨̡̛̛̀́̀͘̕͢͜͢͢͡͠҉̨͘͘͜͜͢҉̶̡̨҉̷̢́͟ờ̧̼̱͜͟͜͠͞҉̴͏̶̴̧̨̨̀͟͟͠͞ư̸̵̶̷̶̴̧̢̨͇̠͚̣̰̻͒͊̉ͪ̇̀́̕͘͢͢͟͜͞͏!̴͉̱̝̭͚̝̏̓̂ͨͦ͊͟?̸̶̵̷̶̵̴̶̶̧̡̡̢̧̨̢̛̛̰̝͊ͯ̀̀̀́̀͘̕͘͘͢͢͜͝͡͞͡͠