{IM SO SORRY THAT I DIDN'T UPDATE SOONER BUT HERE YOU GO}
Sitting atop a large stack of toilet paper rolls, I began getting a migraine from the bleach fumes stanking up the small closet. I was waiting for Londyn, so in the mean time, I made some sparks bounce off my fingertips. It pained me to create these sparks using the last of Wiccan magic I had left, because it reminded me of my parents. A tear rolled down my cheek and the door creaked open. I guess Londyn saw a few sparks fly off my fingers, so he gave me that "dafuq" stare. I guess he saw the tears staining my face too, because sooner than I could count, he swept me into a hug. I didn't really know what to do so I just kind of stiffened and cried into his quaff. It seemed like a while went by because he then spoke. "Are you done with your mental breakdown?" He questions me, and that brings me back to reality. "Oh.. uhm..." I trailed off. "It's okay to cry, Octavia." He pulled away from the hug and smiled at me. "Everyone cries, once in a while. It doesn't matter who or what caused it, it matters who is there to comfort you when you're in your lowest point of the day, week.. life.." He looks away for a second, then his bright green eyes meet my silver ones. "I can be that person in your life. Because as far as I can tell, I'm the only one whose ever offered." I stare at him, searching his face blankly. He's never been so right before.
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All My Scars
Fantasy"It's okay to cry, Octavia." He pulled away from the hug and smiled at me. "Everyone cries, once in a while. It doesn't matter who or what caused it, it matters who is there to comfort you when you're in your lowest point of the day, week.. life.."...