"Trust everyone just as much as you would trust a rose slowly growing it's thorns"
In a world where teenagers represent the four elements of the island. They have to protect the island from those who posses the dark magic. From those who let the blo...
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Yvaine's POV
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The warmth of Alex's hand comes through the leather glove on my hand. This is the first time we go out in our full uniform, our full work clothes. The first time both of us tie a black mask over our eyes in public.
Both fully in black clothing, Alex a shirt, leather jacket, and black baggy pants, her almost daily outfit that suits her as well as any other piece of clothing she wears, even if it is red. Because of what we are going to do I am not wearing pants like Alex, it is warm and my leather gloves up to my upper arm are already hot enough. My simple black dress is one of Alex's favorite pieces because every time I wear it she tells me how beautiful it looks on me.
Despite her words, I can't tell the difference between a dress and pants. Both suit me fine. Alex seems to shine more with every outfit, while for me everything is just normal.
She takes the cigarette that she has already smoked halfway out of her mouth. There are a few red spots on the white surface because of her red lipstick. She calmly blows the smoke out of her mouth before looking at me and smiling. The smiles I once fell for.
Even though we are supposed to arrange a new Eclipse today, Alex has turned it into something fun so that it is also fun for us. She has reserved a table in a restaurant in the town next to the castle, maybe we will find someone there.
The restaurant looks nice, we have been standing in front of it for five minutes so that Alex can smoke her cigarette before we go in and we are perfectly on time. On the minute, which we both love. The chances of Alex loving it because I love it are high, even if it's not loving because I can't love anything other than Alex.
She throws the remains of her cigarette on the ground and puts her heel on it. "We can go now," she says, placing her hand on my cheek. Her lips softly touch mine. A kiss that makes my stomach feel strange again.
The smile is still on her face, she hooks her arm in mine and walks inside.
The left door is open and there is a red carpet on the floor to welcome everyone. There is a girl who is certainly not yet eighteen, bored behind a computer right next to the door, clearly not paying attention.
