"I loved you as mine, but will you make me yours?"
Or
Zia is a witch who wants to find her real self. What if she is distracted by falling in love with the enemy?
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_____________♧ZIA POV♧____________
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Zia woke up feeling as happy as ever, she couldn't comprehend why?.... oh right! Ace was supposed to help her. finally something new and maybe risky was going to happen. Was it worth getting excited for? For that, she didn't know.
She remembered vividly the memories of last night, Zia felt a smile creep over her face. She also wondered if Ace was fine...
Sighing, she stretched her arms and yawned loudly but then she remembered what her mom had told her.
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Zia was very sleepy she couldn't even blink an eye open. Today, her mom was out getting supplies for them for the next weeks. Zia had been told to stay awake to help her mom picking these things up. But she couldn't help it, she felt herself drift into sleep further and further.....
"Zia!" Zia gasped at the sound of her mom, she blinked her eyes open indicating that she didn't sleep, but her mom knew better.
"Don't sleep on me! Come come, help me pick up those"
Even though Zia was just seven, she had the strength of a ten-year-old which was the reason her mom made her help.
Zia nodded, yawning loudly but was interrupted by the glare of her mom.
"Don't yawn loudly, it looks disgusting" Zia pouted at the accusation but nodded nonetheless.
"Promise?" Her mom suggested.
Her mom had the habit of promising many things, that way, Zia feels guilty whenever she was about to break one. So she nodded, showing her teeth in a soft smile.
"Promise!"
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Zia felt her cheeks become wet, here we go again. She remembered promising her mom not to yawn loudly like many promises they've done. But her mom died and so all her promises did. So was she willing to keep them?
Zia's thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the window. It must be Iris! She wondered happily.
Zia got off the bed, not caring about her morning appearance because why? This was her friend and she couldn't care less.
Opening the glass window, Zia felt a blush creep over her face at the person standing there. It wasn't her friend Iris but the one and only new friend she has gotten.
Flustered at her lack of preparation, Zia closed the window a little too loud and ran inside. "Im sorry, I'm sorry" She kept on apologising for purposely shutting him off.
"What....?" The poor boy wondered.
Zia tried to brush up her messy hair and wipe off her face in a hassle. It was the first guest she had in years after Iris of course and he couldn't see her messy morning face, it was shameful.
