The Last Healer
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  • Parts 19
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  • Reads 1,089
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  • Parts 19
  • Time 2h 5m
Ongoing, First published Oct 06, 2017
I inch closer. There - by his left cheekbone - is a faint gash, as if made by the feather-light caress of a sword-edge.

I tentatively touch his face. Warmth radiates from my core to my arm, my hand, and out through my fingertips. A faint light passes through the wound as the edges appose. I slide my thumb across to remove the crusted blood, and reveal nothing but smooth skin beneath. 

I have just healed my enemy.
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28 parts Ongoing

As I was opening the door, a hand fell on mine, shutting it back. I could feel his presence behind me and I let out a shaky breathe. Then his face was next me. "Are you avoiding me?" He whispered. I quickly shook my head. _______________________________________ I stopped in my tracks when I saw who was sitting on his motorcycle waiting for me outside. I gasped. He looked up from his phone and grinned. "Y-you waited." He shrugged. "How else would you have gotten home. I wanted to make sure you were okay." "But your extra classes-" "Forget it, I was late anyway, princess." He took my hand to help me onto the bike. He sat down as well an I was already grabbing him tight. I can't let go of someone like him. ___________________________________________ "What?" I breathed out. I felt heated breaths on my face which startled me. Instantly, my eyes fell open. Quentin was gazing down at me... but not at me? How do I write this? It was like he was dazed a bit, staring down at something else attached to my face. And that 'something else' was very close to HIS 'something else'. I don't remember who pulled away faster, me or him.