"Celsian are you coming or not? It's a very simple task to get the letters and I ask the questions. I have harder work than you." I asked him as I went to the living room.
"Just wait, I'll be right there," Celsian called out.
"Okay, I'm waiting. Me and Nonna are getting tired and sleepy." I replied as patiently as I could. I saw him coming with a few of them and we sat in the living room.
"Here take it, just make sure you want to read it." He warned me.
"Of course, I still can't believe that these are all addressed from my mom but none of them are replies. Do you think that my grandma truly never sent any back?" I asked him.
"I don't think so, are you sure you want to ask your grandma? Just look at her. She won't give you her answer, it's going to be too painful." He replied.
"Celsian, you're right. I always get too worked up about things. I mean, I do have a tendency to forget how to calm down. And let's face it, I don't think she will have the answers. I doubt she'll have any, anytime soon. It's best not to worry her about these things." I agreed and decided not to ask my grandma about the letters.
"So what should we do now?" Celsian asked, he was looking around for something we could do.
I grinned mischievously, "I know! How about a tour of my humble abode? Nonna, can we go to my room? We'll be back," I said, winking at him playfully, hoping he'd catch on to my little scheme. She nodded and we left.
As we strolled along, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. I wanted him to see where I lived, the place that held so many memories of my childhood dear and the years spent with my beloved grandmother. But he had never been to my house before. None of my friends did. So I was nervous about what he would think about it.
"You've seen my dining room; it's basically just attached to my kitchen. That's where I have a cauldron. This is where I make all my witchy potions," I said, trying to sound mysterious, but failing miserably as laughter escaped me.
Celsian raised an eyebrow, a teasing glint in his eyes. "You're kidding, right? Also, you're a terrible liar. Even if you did lie, you can't do it to me."
I giggled, unable to keep a straight face. "What do you mean? I don't look like 'The Evil Witch Of The Forest'."
He laughed, his voice filled with warmth, "No, you're too kind, and that would be an awful name. Not a nice ring to it like Florida." Florida, I don't like when they call me that, it was the place I was supposedly born. I wasn't though I was born here. Doesn't matter now what he calls me I don't mind as much.
"Hmm, you do make sense you would make a better witch than me." I gasped.
"HEY!" He protested, trying to look offended but he also could not as laughter bubbled up again.
"Fine, really? I've got my spells and magic potions ready!" he joked, waving his fingers theatrically but also trying to be threatening.
Unable to resist his charm, I couldn't help but tease him further. "You have to catch me to take me to your witches' coven!" I declared, taking off running, my heart racing not just from the run, but from the exhilaration of being with him.
Celsian laughed and chased after me, his playful pursuit filling the air with joy. We ran through the hallways like a couple of kids, our laughter echoing off the walls. It felt like we were in our own magical world, where problems faded away, and only the present moment mattered.
Finally, Celsian caught up with me, wrapping his arms around my waist, causing us both to burst into laughter. "Gotcha!" he exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with mischief and tenderness.
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Only A Memory
RomanceA teenage girl who went through many turmoils in her life Belaflora Silvestri, such as her sister being sick when she was younger. She was only six years old at the time, and her sister was only fourteen months old when she left the world with an in...
