Aurora:
In a world where love had to be earned I would never be good enough. I was the black sheep in the family, the witch without magic.
While my sister excelled in every type of way I had to suffer in silence, tormented by the people I should ha...
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Ronan
The mats laying on the cart were looking way too appealing right now. I regretted not removing them from the room although I never used them in class. I hadn't properly slept in days because of work and a few other things so right now withstanding the urge to lay down for a second was almost impossible.
And these other things consisted mostly of a fight that still echoed on my mind. It were both the memories that had plagued me after the panic attack and also the feeling of having destroyed a relationship that hadn't even existed.
It was frustrating, realizing that I was lying to myself. Pushing the feelings away was addicting unless it didn't work anymore.
I resumed my task, remembering that I couldn't sleep right now. I needed to find a sword that Aurora could use later. When searching through the racks I tried to find one that seemed suitable, it should neither be too big nor too heavy or light. I hadn't seen the one she had used in the tournament properly so I had to go from the general shape.
Even though I had come in over an hour early the time was running through my fingers. Until finally I decided to take a sword that would do its job.
There was only half an hour left now but I reminded myself that thirty minutes were a lot of time when I only needed to take the dummy and weapons somewhere the others wouldn't see us.
It was only my mind that somehow wanted to tell me that half an hour wasn't enough. I never found the words to say what I wanted and today wouldn't be different. When I had seen the note on my table written in neat handwriting that competed against my own I had felt a mixture of emotion.
I had tried to avoid Aurora but I couldn't ignore the note without indirectly giving my answer. She was forcing me to take a stance even though my mind was still a jumbled mess. So I did what I was best at.
I distracted myself with training and hopefully the same would go for her.
The door opened and the scent of cherries filled my nostrils instantly. As a dragon my sense of smell was equally as good as the ones werwolves had, only that my nose could also spew fire along with my mouth.
For the first few minutes I felt awkward. I hadn't prepared any words for her. Luckily I had prepared the training equipment just in time or else this would have been even worse. Turns out that half an hour was actually shorter than it seemed.
She had come in early, over twenty minutes... She looked at me nervously, proving my assumption that she had been too anxious to wait.
It was obvious that she wanted to talk which was what made her this anxious. I wanted to solve this conflict as well but my words would only come out wrong. Instead of vocally apologizing I wanted to show her that I was sorry.
