Chapter twelve: Problems

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Bryan

I ran my fingers through my hair. Why did I tell Catherine my problems? What the hell is wrong with me? I don't know why but I felt that I can tell her everything! She was really comfortable to be with, like when you are with an old friend. Who is she? What is she?

So many questions, too little answers. Maybe she was using magic to make me say things, like what the witches do. Is she a witch? But magic is definitely impossible. I took out the pendant that was placed inside my shirt. This is suppose to repel magic.

I ran my fingers over the engraved detailed patterns on the pendant. It was given by her, the only one of her things left. Everything of hers was already thrown away.

I laid back down onto the grass. I'm not going home yet. Not yet.

Not when my home is messed up.

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Authors note: Yep. Yep.
I am sorry- its not like i have personal problems like any other wattpad author that have been inactive for a long time. My only problem is my laziness, as well as me being an otaku. ;3 Huehuehue
Some miku artt for any vocaloid fans out there \(^○^)/

-Le Catz :3

Pluz i koe this is super short (i tried ;-;) buuut trying not to reveal a lot about Bryan and stuff.
Pluzz my instagram name is same as my username. Stalk me if you wan huehuehue ;p (totally not self promoting)

-Catz :3

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