From a young age, we are taught about the difference between light and dark. Luckily for most, there is a grey area, I've always believed that Earth was that grey area. Yes, as the years have gone by it seemed like darkness began gaining control but there's always been this part of me that knew good would always win. Perhaps that was the Seraph in me.
I spent the entire night thinking about my life leading up to this point. I hadn't done anything worthwhile so I struggled to understand how I could be the one to hold this gift - if that's what you'll call it - within me. In the books, Seraphs were these strong, courageous warriors that brought light and harmony to the Earth. These angelic beings spent ages perfectly cultivating a world that was almost heavenly and after Keket, their vision was broken. I read in one of the books I got from Mrs. Fabrey that it took Rayla decades to get the Earth back to its former glory and even then she was only halfway done.
Let's not forget the fact that she had experience. I on the other hand didn't.
Of course, I wanted to help. I wanted to bring the light back and help every single person on Earth, whether they were demon or human. There was this fire within me that understood what I needed to do but there was also this fear of failing and letting everyone down. If Keket takes over my home would become like a second Hell and if she doesn't and I don't succeed in bringing back the light then this place becomes Hell 2.0 anyway.
There was so much I needed to think about that it made me feel physically ill. Like I was about to throw up. All this added pressure was not what I needed right now.
After Luca and I spoke last night he said he would speak to Mrs. Fabrey today about the whole training me thing. I should be able to protect myself and Luca knew that. There was no turning away from the fact that I needed the skill set and there were more than enough people here to help me.
Before I left my room I got a text from Christian asking me to meet him outside the auditorium. I hadn't spoken to him since Mrs. Fabrey dropped the truth bomb on me. I've seen him around school but that's about it, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't hurt by his actions. He was the person I had become closest to and now it was like he was avoiding me at all costs.
I had every right to not want to meet up with him and give him the same silent treatment he had given me...of course, that's not what I did though. Before I knew it I found myself walking straight for the auditorium without another thought.
"Hey!" I called out the minute I caught sight of Christian. He wore a black vest, lose fitting black jeans that hung at his lower hips exposing a bit of his Calvin Klein underwear and combat boots.
Why did he look so good? Is this like a supernatural thing?
A sheepish smile made its way onto his face, "I didn't think you would show." He said, pushing himself off the wall he was leaning on to walk toward me.
"I'm not sure if I should have," I answered honestly.
He stopped, "I would understand if you didn't." Christian shrugged, putting his hands in his back pocket.
I crossed my arms, "You act so sweet and pretend like you're my friend then you completely ditch me after I find out the truth?" I raised a brow, "What was that about?"
Christian scoffed, "Friend huh?" his voice went quiet.
"Yeah Christian, you were there for me, I thought you were my friend." My throat felt dry. There was nothing friendly about our recent interactions, he wanted me to spend the night in his dorm for heaven's sake but the last thing I wanted was to complicate things even more. Boy trouble would be the worst thing to add to my already full plate.
