False Reality | Book Three

Chapter VII

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"What do you know of possession?" I stare at the black-eyed boy with a curious expression. He pauses as he plays with a string on his hoodie. When he stares at me, I continue. "And what's your name?" I fell asleep purposefully to find the black-eyed boy. I came here with a mission. And that is to find out exactly who he is.

Not only do I need to know for myself, but also for Turner. Turner needs help and I feel as if I'm the only one who can truly help him. "Possession?" His voice sounds suspicious.

"Why?"

I wonder if I should truly tell him why. He would probably shut me down if I were to tell him. If Rowl truly is, in fact, a demon (I'm leaning toward that) then I bet he has more magical powers than me. I don't think the black-eyed boy would want me getting in trouble. "No reason," I responded, shrugging. "Just I wonder if it is real or not," I swallow quickly. His eyes zero in on me before he suddenly tenses.

"You covered it up?" I look at him shortly and he looks at me with a hurt expression. I glance down to where his eyes are glued to my chest and see about an inch of my birthmark on reveal. I quickly pull my shirt up and bite my lip. "Your birthmark," he whispers. I stare at him again before shrugging.

"It was ugly." I dismiss, waving that away.

"It was beautiful," he whispers strongly. My eyes shoot back to him and I send him a look. He runs his fingers through his hair and I bite my lip as I watch tuffs of black hair float out from the hood. "You said you wouldn't get it tattooed."

Did I say that?

"I lost my memory, remember?" I laugh. "My sister got me to do it. Even though it's illegal to tattoo. Luckily, Ruby, my best friend, knew someone and she could luckily get me in. It hurt like he--" I cut off as he suddenly reaches out. His finger swiftly traces over the black lines on my chest, leaving me gasping with heat crawling up my entire body. My throat tightens when he glances up at me from under his hood. I stare down at him, watching as he bites the lip piercing on the side of his lip quickly. His perfect white teeth come out, his tongue flicking over his lips. It's so erotic and exotic I almost find myself jumping on him.

Luckily, him dipping his finger into my shirt and pulling it down gently distracts me. His eyes take in my new tattoo, the branches shiny against the magical light in our dreamland. I look down just as his finger traces up the trunk of the tree and across a rather skinny branch.

"I should stop seeing you," he murmurs. My heart leaps in my chest.

"Why?" I find myself asking, swallowing the lump in my throat.

"Because...I--I...we..." I can see he is trying to say his words the right way. I just wait for him to finally turn to me with an answer. "You and I cannot be together," he finally states firmly. It sounds likes it's telling himself that more than me.

I decide to think about this analytically. Rowl said that I apparently voluntarily let my memories get taken away. Or not voluntarily, but whatever. And apparently, the black-eyed boy was the cause of it. Or the reason why I did it. He also said I should trust no one.

Should I trust him? Him being Rowl, of course. He told me to trust no one, but why would I trust him if he told me that? What if the black-eyed boy is the most trustworthy person--or thing--I know right now. Granted, Rowl gave me a ton of information and for that I am thankful, but the black-eyed boy seems like he wants to tell me everything. He just cannot get the words out.