Prophesied love is complicated. Even more so for two stubborn souls with the most unpredictable powers known to their world. It's fate though, so they'll definitely make it. Right?
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Concealing up the last of the tears that were staining my cheeks from last night, I take a deep breath and look at myself in the mirror. Thank god for make up.
Every day it becomes increasingly difficult to cover the redness that's decided to permanently stain my cheeks from crying myself to sleep every night.
When did my life turn to absolute shit?
I trail a hand through my hair and make my way into my room pulling on some leggings and a sports bra in preparation for another day spent at the gym.
"Grey! Morgan is here." Jimin calls.
Sucking in another deep breath, I plaster a smile on my face and leave my room, tying my hair back in a claw clip.
"Ready to go?" Morgan asks with her hands stuffed into her leather jacket pockets.
"Yep, just grabbing some food."
The toaster pops and I snatch the piece of bread up quickly slathering some butter on before shoving it into my mouth.
"Did you just steal my breakfast?"
I look back to the toaster where Jimin stands with a little pout on his face. With what was his breakfast still hanging from my mouth, I can't help but chuckle slightly at his expression.
"Maybe." I mumble trying to keep hold of the toast between my teeth.
"You little-" He starts.
I don't let him finish when I dart towards the door with him hot on my trail. I motion to Morgan to begin running, but she just laughs and casually struts out the door after I grab my jacket from the back of the sofa.
"I'll deal with you later." He points at me, narrowing his eyes playfully as he huffs over losing his breakfast.
"Uh huh sure." I laugh noticing the grin on his face as he watches me walk away.
Morgan and I head to class and sit through some really boring lectures that go straight through one ear and out the other. It's hard to pay attention when you know someone's watching you though.
I've been successfully ignoring it and him but there's only so much I can take. It's the feelings and thoughts that float straight from his head to mine that have me so distressed. I don't even think he realises he's doing it. Raising my hand in the air, I excuse myself and call Jimin through my mind begging him to help me through yet another panic attack.
I hear his footsteps echoing through the corridor until he's at my side and pulling me into his chest. He doesn't even have to say a word to know what's wrong.
I desperately try to hold my tears back because I can't possibly cover them up for the second time today. I squeeze Jimin tighter and he rests his chin on top of my head using his power to calm me down.
