Don't Let Me Go

eight

I did it. The dance club committee agreed to give me another chance and that I could be part of the club. Finally a good thing happened. The news that brought by Keira lifted my mood and even Grandma noticed it. She used it as a chance to ask me if I wanted to learn more about witchcraft. She said the sooner I learn the better, and perhaps I would know about the so called duty soon. I just rolled my eyes at her attempt to tiptoeing around the topic when we both knew that she already tried to coach me ever since she realized that I also inherited the unusual gene.

I didn't have better choice anyway, so Grandma told me to spend the rest of the week either in school and in her study room, reading lots of big book about witchcraft. And boy, that was a lot to swallow at once. But honestly, those damn books only told me about witchcraft trivia, like its history and such, anyone could just google them, and thus didn't help much on my case.

I sometime prayed to receive an invitation to high school version of Hogwarts anytime these days, rather than being cooped up in her makeshift library trying to figure it all out by myself.

I yawned and looked at the clock, surprised to see it was almost midnight. I closed Grandma's books and put them back on the shelves. Thank God I had no school in the next morning, yay!

I was climbing the stairs when I felt a faint Dante's pull, instantly I knew that he was near. His pull was always lingering around ever since he gave me a ride, sometime it was strong but often it was very faint I wouldn't even feel it if I didn't let my window open and the wind brought it to me.

But what the heck was he doing outside, should he be in his bed sleeping?

I carefully opened my room window and closed my eyes. Trying to catch on the resonance of the pull, I could almost feel it echoed from one leaf to another, through the midnight gentle breeze, in between the soft grass on the meadow and when it finally reached me, I opened my eyes trying to locate the source. But all I could see was darkness.

Damn, I wished I had super eyes. After a useless attempt to pin point where he might be, I plopped on my bed and let the pull embraced me, taking me into a deep sleep.

A good smell of bacon and eggs woke me up and made me smile automatically, but then I remembered, Grandma didn't eat meat that comes from four legs animal thus I've never seen any in her fridge. I got up, eager to find out and hopefully have some of those for breakfast.

Just as I stepped down the stairs I realized that the delicious smell was not the only pull that attracted me toward kitchen. I wondered how come I didn't realize it before, and that I had my best dreamless sleep ever. I wondered if it had something to do with him being near. I stopped for a few seconds to calm my erratic heart before entered the kitchen and met him.

I raised my eyebrows as I saw Dante stood behind the counter, busy preparing the heavenly breakfast. And he looked even more delicious than the food. I bit my lip to hold back any urge to come to him and cursed my hormones instead.

Seeing him in Grandma's kitchen on this fine Sunday morning, as odd as it sounded, brought something familiar in me. As if he was belong to such activities. Just as I was chewing over the nagging familiarity, a flash of some weird images of Dante cooking and I helping him were running through my mind, swaying me a bit. I grabbed the nearest counter and calmed my head.

Both of them were watching me, worryingly. I smiled and greeted grandma then went to grab milk from the fridge and drank it right from the box. Ignoring Dante. Grandma scolded me, for drinking the milk right away or maybe for ignoring Dante, but I just smiled sheepishly at her. Grandma sighed and returned to whatever she was making in her corner with her pots and small wood burning stoves. I wondered if that ancient thing was safe and asked her about it casually, she just glared at me.