Chapter 35: The Cohen's

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Thank you my good humans, 15k views! So this is my 15k view special chapter thing. . . yeah I just like to write a chapter when I hit a good mile stone, so thanks for reading. 2 more things before I begin, first off there will be Hebrew being spoken. And theres no point to putting actual Hebrew because I don't think anyone will be able to read it or even get what it sounds like, so that's just a heads up. Second, join my discord at the bottom!

"Fairy tales are more than true; not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten." 
-G. K. Chesterton

Wraith POV

I was up early, today was our fourth and last day here. We're getting on a plane for Israel around midnight, since it was around 6am I decided to quietly sneak out of bed to the living room. I scan the kitchen and living room making sure no one else is up, I stretch out on the couch and go on my phone. I just did some reading for about 20 or so minutes until I heard a noise for down the hall, I tuck my phone into my pocket and look up over the couch.

Wraith: Morning.

Zofia: Morning, up early?

She walks over to the couch, I move over and give her some room.

Wraith: Yeah I guess I didn't feel like sleeping in.

She plops down on the couch and puts her head back with a sigh.

Zofia: Alan rarely snores but when he does I don't get much sleep, of course my daughter is just like her father and can sleep through anything. So they kinda woke me up.

She stretches her arm above her head, her shoulder cracks making her lower her arm.

Zofia: Oh that felt weird.

Wraith: I think that's kinda funny, don't tell her I said this but Ela makes this stupid face when she sleeps. Sometimes when she lays on her back she snores with her mouth open, I took a picture of her if you wanna see.

Zofia: Oh my yeah lets see it!

I take out my phone and show Zofia the picture of Ela's goofy face, she cracks up a bit putting her fist to her mouth.

Zofia: She looks like a. . . what are they called. . . a beaver!

We both laugh, I put away my phone and shoot towards Zofia as she rests her head on my shoulder.

Wraith: Um. . . what are you doing?

Zofia: I'm just thinking about how far we've come, how much I used to hate you. How we acted and how we came to be friends.

. . . 

Wraith: I'm sorry for what I did back then, I was a different person.

Zofia: I know you were, and I did some things I regret. After all I didn't really act like I should of.

Wraith: It's fine you had your reasons, but I'm glad we came out as good friends. Would of been weird with me marring your sister, and us working together.

Zofia: I could imagine the drama.

Wraith: Yeah I could only imagine the wedding.

We both laughed again, she pushed herself up and walked over to the kitchen.

Zofia: I'm gonna make breakfast, you hungry?

Wraith: Yeah I'll have what ever your making, thanks Zo.

Time Skip: Later that Night at the Airport, brought to you by the snoring Bosak Tempest

I pull our bags out of the trunk, I shuffle over to the curb and set them down. I turn around seeing Ela wrapping her arms around her mother, they separate with smiles on their faces.

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