Let's just get into this one.
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Shara. David sends his telepathic message, mostly because it's nighttime and it would be rude to make noise. I look over at him. And he's sitting up, leaning against the wall, watching Sybel sleep peacefully.
What's up? I send back. He doesn't move, but for some reason he suddenly feels smaller. I think it's the emotional part of our connection. He's nervous. No, not nervous- scared.
Well, earlier today, I promised Sybel that we would survive this war. But we both know there's a large chance we wont. He starts crying. A silent cascade of tears streaks down his face and I feel the pain he feels. I feel it. I'm scared, Shara. I don't want to lose her. I don't want her to lose me.
Hermano. I glance downward. If it's any consolation, I'm scared too. I don't want someone to have to go to our house and tell Xania that I couldn't come home to her. She's scared that I'll not come home either. I made that same promise to her that you made to Sybel. A veces, el mundo nos elige.
Thank you, Shara. His telepathic messages warm a little. That helped. A bit.
No problem, hermano. I watch him lay back down and wrap his arms around Sybel.
He really loves her. I mean, he really loves her. I only feel around half of what he feels, and it's got a specific tint of his psyche, but even then his love for her is the single largest emotion I've ever sensed from him.
And that's saying something. Three years ago, his ex boyfriend died... (how do I put this lightly...) ...unexpectedly. The pain in his heart was twice that of any emotion I'd felt or sensed from him before then.
But his love for Sybel- I can't even explain it. But it's around 100 times larger than even that pain was.
They're lucky to have each other.
If I'm correct about the looks Sybel gives him, the glint in her eye when she glances his way every so often, and the soft and warm smile she has whenever he compliments her, then Sybel loves him just as much.
Honestly, I'm a little scared to allow anything to put either of them at risk. Nothing should mess with their relationship- especially not the risk of, nor the actual event of physical harm.
But they've got each other. As long as I can watch their backs and they watch mine, we'll make it.
It's eerily calm in the dormitory.
The calm before the storm.
YOU ARE READING
The Others
Teen FictionOriginally a sequel to a book I wrote passionately as a child, I decided that "The Others" should be it's own book, and I never ended up publishing that other book. It has switching P.O.V.s, and is written as if just a playback of a voice recording...
