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"No way!" I tug at my hair desperately, pacing back and forth on the slimy stone path. Some dry tree branches creak when I walk over them, along with the quiet sound of horses galloping and neighing in the distance —My own horse, 'Willow', waiting for me tied to a big pine near us—. "Something must have been wrong, please, try again."
The pink fairy, more known as the fairy of love, just shocks her head at me, not dropping eye contact, her tiny fairy wings going at a crazy speed behind her back.
This little spell has lead all the villages in the big forest into a full conversation of their experiences with it. Half of the people telling how they felt reasonably fine with the answer they got, the other half said it was a fraud and a complete waste of time.
And me, being so damn curious about eveything I sneaked out in a friday morning just to find Pink and see it with my eyes, live it on my own skin.
What could go wrong? I thought, and little did I know.
"Magic doesn't lie Ryan." She flies closer to me and sits on my shoulder, over my glamorous red silky coat —I hate wearing this kind of fancy clothes, I do it because mom makes me. I'm good with ordinary clothes, but no, she always says 'Royalty must always wear nice clothes no mater what and that's not upon discussion', fuck that, I want to wear my damn clothes!—. I sigh annoyed, "Sometimes the results it brings are a bit crazy, I know that first hand, but when it's manipulated correctly on good hands it's safe and true, and according to it, both of you are meant to be, darling."
"No, no, no, no. There has to be something, anything you can do to change this, please Pink." I beg to her, I would have gotten to the point that if I needed to kneel in front of her so that she could work things out differently, I'd do it.
How on earth can this happen to me? To me, the stupid bastard youngest son of King George II. Fuck!
Magic is useful at times, like making your lifestyle easier with it's help or making super humans instead of ordinary, to say at least. But today is most likely wrong, or am I seriously this bad with luck that the world is falling apart at my feet and I can't do anything about it.
What the fuck it's meant to be this way means It'sso so wrong!!! In every fucking way possible.
"He's my best friend, practically since we were born!" I cry out shocking my head, not believing in the slightest the name that came after doing the famous soulmates spell.
I should've listened to my mom warning me about going out and maybe doing a stupid thing I'd regret after —as it's usual by now—, but no, the stubborn of Ryan decided to get on his horse and ride through the woods to find Pink Fairy and try this.
So. Fucking. Stupid.
But, let's see this from another perspective. I'll be lying if I say Brendon isn't good looking, he definitely is. And he's a love of a person, the greatest soul I've had the pleasure to meet and become close to, approximately a good fifteen years of our friendship and it's stronger than ever. We trust each other lives, we both know all of our deepest, darkest secrets and almost speak our own tongue between us. But he's my best friend for God's sake!
