Londyn and I sat in silence for a while, until the bell rang, signaling the half mark of 20 minute break. That seemed to bring the both of us back to reality, because Londyn immediately slapped his hands together. I looked up at him and sighed. "Why I brought you here was to ask," he looked sort of uncomfortable in this situation, which makes me kind of uncomfortable in this situation. "Can you do that thing with your hands again?" I coughed and shifted a bit. "What... what thing..?" I ask nervously, knowing exactly what he means. "The eh.. spark things." He states. "I saw you do them before, like when I walked in, and when we first met." I raise an eyebrow. "Its.. you must be delusional." I say and he steps towards me. "I'm not delusional," he says. "Show me." Londyn sounds like he's demanding me to do it at this point, so I channel my energy and make a few sparks fly off my fingertips. Londyn studies my fingers carefully. "Wicca." He states. "So?" I ask. "My religion is my business." I say bitterly. Londyn starts smiling, and his smirk turns into a big, goofy grin. "What else can you do?" He seems eager to know. I roll my eyes. "We have a lot to discuss, Londyn."
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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.."...