The Newbreeder

Chapter 27

Amaya 

I have come to peace with my emotions. The pain, the dullness, the anger. It's still there, but I tell myself it doesn't hurt. It wouldn't be the biggest lie I've told myself. 

 I stare at myself in the mirror, not knowing who looks back at me. I try to think back to my life before all of this, about how that was almost a year ago. I wanted so badly to return home to my parents, friends, and school, but now I want to become who I was meant to be. 

A knock at my door made me snap back into reality; Erica opened the door and walked to me. She wore black leggings with a hoodie; here, she had only worn things a princess would wear. The capital was in Colorado, and even though events on the other side of the barrier didn't affect the other side, the weather was the same for both. 

"You ready?" she asked, squeezing my shoulder. I nodded my head and walked out of the now-empty room. I tried to leave all the clothes and other things they had given me while I was here, but everyone encouraged me to take them all. 

We walked down the stairs to the corridor and entered the room, and a grim feeling fell over the room. All eyes were on me: sad eyes, sorry eyes, angered eyes. They had brought a witch who could weaken the bond, so it feels like it was never there. The witch they had brought from somewhere was standing in the center of the room, Micheal and Marie were standing together with their daughter sitting on a couch, Chloe and her parents were sitting on a chair diagonally away from the door, and Brandon stood by the door. Jasper was leaning against the wall on the other side of the room with his arm crossed over his chest.  

"Can we get on with this, please? I'm sure you all have things to do because I, for one do," Tom, Chloe's father, said. Everyone's eyes snapped at him.

"Yes, can we please finish this? I don't want to be here any longer," the witch said. 

Jasper pushed himself off of the wall and silently walked to meet me in the middle of the room. He hadn't looked at me yet. I could see they were red from crying, but the night before, there was a lot of crying. 

Last night*  

I got out of the shower after packing, I laid out the clothes I would wear tonight and tomorrow. Once I pulled my sweatshirt over my shorts, there was a knock at the door. I opened it, and Jasper stood leaning against the doorframe. To say he had something to get off his chest is an understatement. 

"Jasper, what are you doing here?" I asked, looking up at him dumbfounded. 

"I- I am not ready for our story to be over." he pushed himself off the doorframe and walked towards me, causing me to walk backward into the room. "Amaya- I was made for you. You and you alone." 

He took my face into his hands, cupping both sides of my face. I closed my eyes and let myself lean into his touch. 

"My body was made to fit you perfectly. Every part of me" I opened my eyes and looked at him questionably. 

"I want to feel what being made for you feels like. All of you," he said with sad eyes. I finally understood what he was asking of me. I wanted to, if we were any other people in the world I would say yes. I would run away with him anywhere, and learn everything there is to know about him. 

I backed away. Pulling his hands from my face, I looked down at our hands not wanting him to see the tears falling. It took me a moment to realize that my tears weren't the only ones. I looked up to see Jasper's eyes were bloodshot red and he was trying to suppress it. 

"I want to. In any other world, I would in a heartbeat. But we aren't normal people, we aren't even people." I managed to chuckle somehow "We can't. I- It's simply not any way possible" I looked back down at the hands I was still holding.