The Five Cursed Witches: Volume 3 - Morana, the Witch of Life

Chapter 9 Past pains

Morana

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I couldn't say that I was surprised when I saw Alejo on the other side of the door. I had kind of known it would be him. I did regret how pathetic I must have looked though. Tears and snot in my face and Leramidon clutched to my chest.

There was only sadness in his eyes as his hand moved towards my face. Probably to wipe away the tears. I simply took a step backwards, away from him.

"Don't," I said, and I was surprised over how steady my voice was.

"Can I please come in? Can we talk? Can I get to explain fully what I meant?" he begged.

I wanted to tell him no. I wanted to shut the door in his face. I wanted him to hold me and comfort me.

What the hell was actually up with me? I had known him for like an hour or so. I didn't actually know him. Why was I already feeling so secure in his company?

I didn't answer him, but simply turned, walked into my apartment, and sat down on the floor facing him. He took slow and careful steps as he walked in. I could see his eyes looking over the place as well.

It was a studio apartment, and not a fancy or big one. A single bed, the aquarium, a table and chairs for two, a bookshelf, a wardrobe. That was all the furniture I could fit in it. Or I probably could have fitted more if it wasn't because I liked to sit on floors. I knew also that the wallpaper was peeling off in some places and it had a bit of a cold and shabby feel to it. But it was cheap, comfortable, and enough.

He came over and sat on the floor opposite me. His eyes rested on Leramidon, who I had placed back on my knee.

There was a long silence.

"Are you gonna talk or not?" I finally said and rolled my eyes.

"I shouldn't have tricked you into touching the poster. I regretted it immediately. I'm sorry," he said. His head was somewhat bent down, but his gaze was on my eyes.

"If that's all then leave. I have a lot of things to get sorted. I wanna be out of here by tomorrow."

I put one hand on the floor to help me stand up. But he placed his hand on it. His touch was as warm as a radiator.

"The reason why I asked you to touch it is... I have a hard time trusting witches."

I froze somewhat at his words before taking my hand off the floor, away from his to place it in my lap. The heat from his hand lingered.

He sighed.

"I've never met a witch that hasn't had alternative motives..." He shook his head. "Rather, I've never met a witch that hasn't treated me like scum. And you just seem so... Something is off about the magic around you. I'm not gonna lie. There's something dark about it. But I don't care about it in the way I think you think I do. My problem with trusting other witches rather made me think that you somehow were a part of a prank my sisters were doing, or maybe a trap by the coven, or something. And that the off-ness in your magic was due to you not actually being... That they created you somehow."

He sent me half a smile with cheeks burning red and I just couldn't help but to laugh. His explanation was absurd.

"They must be dumb if I would be the best they could create," I laughed and at that I saw his hand twitch somewhat and he looked down at the floor.

"I'm really sorry. And please trust me, I don't care that there is something off about your magic."

"Riiight. Because that poster of yours told you that you can trust me."