I walked down the hall pass the great view of the ocean. I stopped at Aphmau's door. knock knock knock. "Aph?" I made my voice loud enough for her to hear. "Come in." She sounded stressed. I opened the door to see her looking for something through her stuff. "I can't find my brush Travis."
"I can tell." Her hair was everywhere! This was a rare view. She shot me 'the look'.
"Sorry!" I muttered.
"Come help me!" She yelped. She fell into a box. I couldn't help but laugh. We were heading back to Lover's Lane in less than a week. It has been exactly 7 months, 3 days, and 4 hours since we have seen everyone or talked to them. My biggest concern was would Katelyn be mad at me? That I was too weak and easy to control. I was worried if anyone would look at me the same again. I am different. I have powers. My eyes were greener if that was even possible. My arm and chest had huge scars. "Travis?" I looked up at Aphmau. "Did you zone out again? Are you ok?" Was she worried? I have done this so many times. How is this different from the other times?
"Yes and yes." I gave her an answer and she bought it. I am not okay, I am worried.
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Season 7 Mystreet: Angels soar but don't fall
FanfictionEverything is different now. Lucinda lost magic, Garroth is a werewolf, Travis has powers, and Aaron lost his memory. But what happens when Aphmau and Travis get the okay to head back home to Mystreet? What happens when Aphamu discovers she is part...
