𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐳:
Isadora Flores: a girl raised in captivity and brainwashed to believe she has a deadly disease that restricts her from the outside world permanently.
That was until one...
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It has been a month and a half since Rowan and I officially got together.
A lot happens in a month. While I value every moment I spend with Rowan, I always feel uneasy about things I don't know. He's hasn't opened up to me yet, and that's okay.
I just feel like I'm in the dark about a lot of things. But I remind myself to remain patient, and that he'll open up to me when he's ready.
Sometimes I feel like I'm walking on eggshells around him. I feel like I have too. I don't know what topics are going to make him shut down and block me out completely.
It's a constant worry of mine that one day I'm gonna ask the wrong question and he's just going to leave me.
Worst thing Is I think my feelings are deeper than they were before. My body reacts differently now, to literally everything he does.
He smiles at me? Suddenly My stomach is a home for butterflies. I look at him and he's already looking at me? My Heart is beating unhealthily faster. He does something he hates just to make me happy? Oh, It feels like I'm dying.
He touches me? I do die.
I want to be near him all the time; I want to tell him about my day and hear him hum every once in a while to ensure me he's listening. And God, Does He listen to me ramble about everything useless and nothing important.
I want to feel his skin on mine, I want to wrap him up in my arms and just keep him for myself forever and ever. But I don't know if he feels the same, I don't know If I'm in his head the same way he's in mine constantly. I don't know if he feels the things when I touch him that I feel when he touches me.
It's such a tiring thing to think about constantly, to worry about. It's driving me to the brink of insanity. That's what I feel, Insane. Worst thing is, I have no idea what's happening to me. I have no earthly clue what any of this means. Insane. I am insane.
Think about something different, Isadora.
I think I want a baby racoon. I love racoons.
My powers are increasing and decreasing at the same time. I don't know how I should explain such a complex thing that is my powers. Sometimes I can control them successfully, other times my control slips between the cracks of my fingers.
And it infuriates Kimberly.
Shaking off the fear prickling at my skin at just the thought, I look down to the tray of undercooked rice that I can't seem to get used too. I fiddle the rice with my fork, distracting myself from the unbearable thoughts that consume my systematic mind.
Ricky's groan saves me from my mind. "Ugh, I'm so single.." He grumbles, leaning his face into the hand firmly propped up on the table. "How are none of you gay?"
