Trying My Luck

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< ☆AUTHORS NOTE☆ >

Hey there, my faithful readers, I just wanna apologise that this book is pretty emotional and intense. Likeee that's not exactly how I planned it'll be, but if I'm serious- I have no plan, in just going with the flow!

Sooo if y'all have any suggestions on what you'd like to see happen next, I'd be open to ideas!

(Not that I'm stumped, I just wanna cut back on the emotional and intense parts)


Anger..

Confusion..

Betrayal..

And most of all..

Grief, sadness, sorrow, misery, and depression...

"WHY, SOPHIE? WHY?" A voice screams in his head.

"I HATE YOU FITZ!" A second voice yells, piercingly.

I pull away, stumbling back. The ocean of emotions makes it too difficult to probe him.

"I can't.." I say, with a sigh, "At least not now,"

I look up, and I'm met with a whole assortment of variations of scowls, glares, heated glances, and lots of disappointed looks.

The only warm expression was on Fitz's face, plastered there genuinely and emphathetically - NO.

FITZ CAUSED THIS- SO NO.

"Just as I expected," Mr Forkle says simply, his tone falsely cheery, "We'll try again in a few days. Until then, we shall have to treat Mr. Sencen with more elixirs and keep him sedated."

Livvy purses her lips, "Forkle, he's not strong enough for a light leap," she chides.

"I agree," Elwin nods his head sternly as he flashes orbs of light over Keefe's body.

"Perhaps he can stay here," Edaline offers with a weak smile, the shadows under her eyes creeping in slowly like stealthy spies.

"Yes, I agree," Grady says, running his hand through his hair.

"Perhaps it'll be best if we all regroup when Sophie tries her luck next time. And until then, we can ALL go home and rest," Alden suggests through a clenched jaw and a pointed glance at his son, who averted his gaze.

"Yes. Let's go. Wylie, where will you be headed?" Tiergan asks.

Wylie flushes bright pink, "I'm uhh, bringing Phoenix out... out somewhere.."

"Nice meeting you all," Phoenix coils a strand of her hair around her finger flirtingly.

No one replied.

"Well, come on Linh, Tam," Tiergan says, sympathetically glancing at Linh's tear stained face, in which Wylie seemed oblivious too.

Soon, almost everyone left the house.

Except Fitz.

"Sophie, I-" he started.

"Go home, Fitz, your parents will be waiting." I say, exasperated. "Thank you for trying today, I'll see you soon,"

I say it firmly, so he leaves.

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