I took the quill and started to write, watching as the words glistened in gold ink, remembering how much power words hold, how important they were in my life. A shrill thunderstorm was manifesting its power outside, while my family sought comfort in their rooms, and I just listened as I wrote.
And even though life has changed so much since that day, I silently bless it. Because sometimes, the days that seem most dreadful are the most important…
I started, never daring to read the words out loud, so I just kept writing. Remembering how much life can change in a few moments, maybe even minutes, or if you’re like me, after just a few muttering of a word.
Taking a deep breath I put the quill down and stared at the now written pages in my journal, re thinking how much it meant to me – how much it means to me. And I closed it, locking it and putting it safely in one of the loose floorboards in my room no one knew about.
You know thinking gets you into trouble, Zia. You should stop for a while, I remembered Sylvarii’s advice, making me chuckle lightly and get into bed.
“I was wondering when you’d come and join me,” I heard a husky voice whisper as someone grabbed me from behind and pulled me into him.
“You shouldn’t be here,” I whispered to him, knowing how many dangers await during these nights.
“I wanted to see you,” he complained, making me smile.
“You’ve seen me. Now go,” I urged.
“But-“ he started.
“No buts. It’s past midnight, and it’s dangerous for you, go,” I demanded in a soft voice. He gave me a kiss on the cheek and I suddenly felt alone. I sighed in relief, knowing he had gone.
I just laid there, thinking.
Hoping.
Dreaming.
And realizing, that this:
Simply, wasn’t over.
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RomanceAricia is not exactly average. But she's not exactly extraordinary either. Being invisible never actually bothered her much, and she always kept to herself. Sylvarii always being her only close friend, and almost considered a sister. She never knew...
