𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 | "I've never had a place to call home. Now I'm starting to realize home doesn't have to be four walls, it can be people too."
𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘷𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥...
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𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦
(the cursed witch, act two)
NINA HADN'T SLEPT WELL. It was possibly one of the worst sleeps she had ever had. Her arm burned and her head ached.
It didn't help that Edward looked as perfect as he did hours before as he kissed her forehead quickly and ducked out her window. She was worried about the things he might have been considering during her time asleep. The anxiety seemed to make her headache worse, forcing her out of the bed.
Bella picked her up like most days. Her orange truck was waiting loudly in front of the house, the sound of the engine alone announcing her arrival.
"Hey..." Nina greeted anxiously as she got into the passenger seat.
"How's the arm?" Bella asked.
The witch shrugged. She knew she didn't have to lie to her. "Hurts like a bitch, honestly."
"And the head?"
"Aching."
Nina sighed. "About what you saw last night..."
"It's alright. I won't tell anyone. I figured they were something supernatural anyway. How else would you let yourself get so close to Edward?"
Bella always seemed to prove herself smarter than Nina gave her credit for.
"Alice explained it to me last night when she took me home. I already promised not to speak a word of it."
Nina let out a sigh of relief. She had known Bella found it easy to keep her secret, but with the Cullens... it was a whole other realm.
"Thank you."
Bella shrugged as she drove into the parking lot. "What are best friends for?"
The witch turned when she heard a knock against the glass window by her head and smiled only for it to fall slightly. It wasn't who she had been expecting.
Getting out, she tried to keep her smile real. "Morning, Kit."
He smiled brightly. "Morning, Neens."
When her eyes left him to look around the parking lot, he spoke again. "How was your birthday? Bella said you don't really celebrate it much."
Her eyes were still on the parking lot, searching for a familiar car. When she didn't find it, she looked back. "It was fine..."
Bella walked around the truck finally and tugged on the witch's non-wounded arm. "Neens, we've got to go, remember? We've gotta work on that English project."
"Right! Yes. Gotta go. Bye, Kit."
She didn't even hear his response, Bella had already pulled her far enough.
