book 1 of the windows of the soul duology
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lucent: softly bright or radiant
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My brother's hand traces the cut on my right cheek for some minutes. I have no idea how a cut can be so interesting, but I won't judge a book by its cover.
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• two years ago •
I unlock the front door of my new home just as it begins to drizzle outside. Swiftly changing my footwear at the entrance hall, I saunter into the kitchen and immediately gulp down a glass of water to alleviate the dryness in my throat.
Flinging my school bag onto one of the stools beneath the kitchen counter, I rapidly make my way upstairs to freshen up a bit before Veli comes home. Apparently, she needs to tell me some news. Although I'm not sure if they're good or bad ones. She didn't give any hint away so I guess I'll just have to patiently wait for her to arrive.
Discarding my school's blazer on my chair, I quickly brush my teeth before heading downstairs just as the sound of keys rattling sounds on the other side of the door. I await at the bottom of the stairs to greet my sister, who hurriedly enters our home in order to not get wet from the rain.
"Hi Lala," she greets me, leaving a wet kiss on my cheek as she passes by, heading into the kitchen. Leaving her workbag on one of the chairs in the dining room, she quickly prepares two cups of tea and we both sit down on the couch, the news playing quietly in the background.
I thirstly sip my tea, waiting for my sister to start speaking. It's not until she puts the tea cup on the tiny table before the sofa, that she does.
She breathes deeply. "I spoke to your school's counsellor." That's the first thing she tells me. "We talked about your anxiety and how we've just moved here, that you're a bit nervous about it since you've started in a new school, yeah?" She picks up the tea and gives it a small sip. "She suggested that I take you to therapy to work out your anxiety issues." Her eyes stare at me, unblinking, as if awaiting my reaction. I don't have one, I just gaze at her and furrow my lips.
It never crossed my mind to go to therapy and the concept seems strange and distant to me.
"If you're okay with it, I have a friend who's a child psychologist. We can arrange a meet up for you two and see how it goes, alright?"
"Okay," I mumble stilly, unsure of what to say. Averting my eyes from her to my fidgeting fingers, I hear a sigh escape her lips.
I feel slender fingers touching my chin and elevating it and I come face to face with her sky-blue eyes. I maintain my eyes on her momentarily before she pulls me into a hug, embracing me in her protective arms. Her slim fingers brush through my hair while she peppers my face with sloppy kisses. "You're so strong, mi niña. You'll get through this. We'll get through this."
(my little girl)
I just nod solemnly and peacefully snuggle close to her warmth.
