What if the person you loved was only a delusion?
Seventeen-year-old Charlotte Bennett had an attractive boyfriend, school infamy, and a supportive family until she was ostracized for claiming to see a boy she described as being called "The Wasp Ki...
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I never was the type of person to contemplate things. I analyzed and antagonized but contemplating and analyzing were different.
My hands rested at two-and-ten on the steering wheel like a good-little driver. I stopped perfectly at all the stop signs and traffic lights. From outward appearances it seemed like I was fine, but my mind was busy.
There was a diner just outside of town that my mother used to frequently take me to when I was small. I would order chocolate malts with two straws. She assumed I just liked to use two at a time, but that wasn't the real reason. I wanted two just in-case Wyatt would want to share a sip with me.
I parked my car into the diner parking-lot and looked far too over dressed for the place. It had changed a lot over the years, the new management repainted it from the gaudy bright pink to cool blue tones instead.
Through the large windows I could see Wyatt sitting at a table waiting for me eagerly. My heart sped up a little. It really did feel like a date.
Inside of the diner several people seemed to quietly enjoy their evening coffee, or supper along with watching the TV screen display the local news. I slid into the seat opposite of Wyatt and smiled at him briefly.
He looked amazing. He had tamed his hair and cleaned up his image with a tie-less black tuxedo. It felt like I was sitting across from a wealthy young heir instead of a teenage-boy.
Wyatt stretched out his arm across the table and extended his finger until is almost touched my hand. I liked the small space of distance between his finger and my skin. As long as he was this close and no further I could trick myself into believing that he could touch me.
"I know you can't talk to me here because you don't want everyone to give you strange looks, so I'll do the talking," he said.
I nodded my head slightly, just enough for a confirmation.
"The past two months have been amazing. It's been the best two months of my life. The more time we spend together the more I wish that I could be a part of your world. If only I'd really been your next door neighbor, maybe things would be different," he said while staring into my eyes.
"The earliest memory I have is of my mother telling me that I was a prince and someday would become king and have to find a queen. She explained the very basics of my kind and then . . . she left. I know no other family members, and according to her, one day I will return back to where I belong."
I wondered about the place he would return to. Justine's warning echoed inside my thoughts briefly, but I wasn't going to entertain the idea. Wyatt had been good to me, not just over the course of two months, but even before that. I was disgusted with myself for hating him so much in the beginning before I understood him.
