I shuffle through the grass,and slowly sit in between two poppies on the hill. I see the roses on the edge, and the daisies grow near them. Next to me are the poppies and the lavender. My mother had always taken me here when I was young. No. I am wrong. She's not my mother. She is an imposter. I shouldn't be able to love her after what she did. But what if I still do? I sing a song I wrote when I was ten, picking flowers along the way. "Genevieve?" A voice says. No. No. Nooooooo. It is a voice I know too well. A voice I know as well as my own name. I shoot up, dropping the flowers I was collecting. I don't even have to turn around to remember his name. "Alex." I say. I turn around. Alex was my boyfriend in 9th grade - the year before all this mess. "What's been happening?"He asks like its a casual question. It's not. It really, really is not. "Nothing special." I answer.
"Nothing special?" He tests in his angry voice. It is the same voice he used when I broke up with him."Genevieve! You're wearing a black dress and moping around like your parents died!"
"Who says they haven't died!" I shout. His eyes grow wide.
"Have they?"
"No! Of course they haven't! But they lied to me! This whole time. . . . . ."
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Alex's POV
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She starts to cry. Usually when people cry, I feel squeezed, like I need to escape their company in order to breathe. With her don't feel like that. Instead I feel as if I need to comfort her. I rest my palm on her back. She slaps it away. I look at her eyes. They are bright blue with a ring of darker blue on the outer iris. Last I remembered, they were dark green."You don't wear contact lenses anymore." I say. It was a stupid thing that came out of my mouth.
"That was the only thing you noticed!?" She shouts. I put her hands on mine. She slaps them away and makes a portal to-who-knows-where. She runs inside it before closing it so I can't run after her. Then it occurs to me. Her dress. Her dress changed colour every time her mood changes. None of the power houses have that. Unless she created it herself . . . . . . .no. She can't be Chaos! She can't be! And Genevieve just happens to be the name of Queen Alexandra's daughter, whom currently has all the powers that are not extinct. I believe her husband, King Stephan owned the extinct powers. Genevieve was always interested in them when she was little, though she knew that she was not one of them. Queen Alexandra had always called her Genny, I believe.
I want her back.
And not because she is now a Royale.
Not because of her incredible powers.
Because I love her. Every day after she broke up with me, I was in a gloomy state. The only thing my Mates could do to cheer me up was finding another girl for me. I think her name was Christina?
Wait.
That name is strangely familiar. No.
I did not date BOTH of the Royales?
I think I did. Just kill me already!!!!!!!
I lay on the grass, and hold the bunch of flowers that Gen was picking. I inhale their sent, and smile. Maybe I could fix things. Maybe I could love her.
Maybe she could love me.
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Chaos
FantasyEveryone thinks that her wings make her corrupted. Make her dangerous. Make her a threat. But she believes that they make her better. Make her stronger. Make her powerful. Genevieve Royale doesn't know which one is right. Doesn't know who to trust. ...