The Five Cursed Witches: Volume 1 - Zoe, the Witch of Innocence

Chapter 46 Phone

Zoe

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I protested some about the sleeping arrangement, but Felix was too stubborn, so I gave up. It just looked so uncomfortable, and he really seemed like he could use some good sleep. The second my head hit the pillow, however, I was asleep. It was a good sleep. No dreams that disturbed me and when I woke up, I felt completely refreshed.

I sat up in the bed and immediately saw Felix. He looked to still be asleep and although the half-sitting sleeping position looked uncomfortable, he seemed peaceful.

A wide smile spread over my lips. It was so calming to see him right as I woke up. If I could do that every day... I didn't think there was anything that could make me happier than that.

Except... What if I could wake up with him in the bed next to me?

Now that I was properly rested, the theory I had and the possibility of finding answers and a cure didn't seem too difficult. Having that conversation with Father would be hard for both of us, but it would hopefully help him as much as me. He had never really moved on. He only lived for me and didn't really have a life of his own at all. If he talked about Mother, maybe he would be able to grieve more properly and then find more joy in life.

I really hoped that would be the case, and I really hoped the answer actually lay with my mother. If that wasn't the case...

No, I told myself sternly. Be brave, I reminded myself, thinking back to the conversation with Oak's Tea Room's owner. If it hadn't been my mother that had been cursed, I would just have to find something else. I would go back to the Library, ask more questions. I had to eventually ask the right one.

I couldn't give up. I had to be brave and persist, because I wasn't doing it solely for myself anymore. It was for Felix too, and for our future.

As I sat there, I made a firm decision. I would spend a few more days with Felix. If I left now straight away again, he would probably just worry even more and I also really didn't want to leave. So a few more days. Then I would go home and try to find answers. Hopefully, I would and I could come back and live a happy life with Felix. Even telling him I was a witch didn't seem too much of an issue as long as I got rid of the curse first.

There was only one more issue... I needed to do something about the coven and Felix's father as well. If I got rid of my curse, though, I wouldn't be of any use to the coven. Would they leave me and my father alone? And could I somehow let Felix's father know I had lost the ability? Would he stop targeting the coven then? And after that, could I convince him that witches weren't as bad as he thought?

"What got you frowning?"

Felix's voice broke through my train of thoughts. I had been so absorbed in my own mind that I hadn't noticed when he woke up. He now sat straight in one of the armchairs and looked much better than earlier, but a slight crease of worry was there.

"A lot of things," I simply said.

"Such as?" He tapped the arm of the chair lightly with his fingers.

I smiled. "About other issues that I would want to deal with if I'm cured. Like my job."

He got up from the armchair and went to sit on the bed next to me.

"One thing at a time, alright? If you worry about too many things at ones, everything will seem impossible," he said and took my hand, moved his thumb in circles over it.

"I will. And I should go home to talk to my father." Panic came to Felix's eyes instantaneously, his grip on my hand hardened and I quickly continued. "I'll stay here for a few more days, okay? And I won't be gone for long."

"Could I come with you?"

I shook my head. "Considering that we would have to talk about my mother, it's best if I go alone."

I could see the conflict in his eyes. How he very well understood that what I said made sense, but how he also really didn't want to let me go. Then some of the worry seemed to disappear.

"I bought something for you earlier," he said and went over to his jacket that he had thrown over one of the armchairs. From the pocket, he pulled out a phone. "I know you don't like technology, but can you please take this one? Not being able to contact you is driving me crazy. I got it all set up for you and have added my own number to the contacts."

I took it from him. I didn't like the idea of using it. There was just something about a lot of modern technology that felt unnatural to me. But I could see how important it was to him, so I smiled and said: "I'll use it."

He let out a sigh.

"I would need you to show me how it works though," I said, feeling the now very common feeling of a blush spreading.

"Of course!" he smiled and took the phone to show me all of the basic stuff. How to text and call. He took out a cord and explained about the battery and that honestly sounded more like magic to me than real magic.

As he explained, there was one of the small icons that caught my attention. It looked a little bit like a snake.

"What's that?" I asked and pointed at it.

"It's a game. I'll show you."

We ended up lying in bed, me with my new phone and he with his. Both of us playing games on them, comparing scores and laughing, and I had to admit that modern technology came with some perks.

All heaviness was temporarily forgotten.