Bright Beauty

Bright Beauty

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The streetlights illuminated the wet pavement, let alone the empty street. We start to pass closing shops and, unusually, my own shadows are starting to scare me. My legs are starting to hurt and the cold isn’t helping either. I try to catch up to his speed but my legs seem to be running behind me. I stop. He noticed my halt and stopped too. “I don’t get it.” I whisper, enough for him to hear. I feel my heart beats getting faster as I struggle for words to come out of my mouth. “Why are you lying? You know, about being blind.” “Why would you care?” His words were cold, so cold that a shiver just went down my spine. He looks at me and then shakes his head. “Look, I have to go, it’s getting really dark.” He starts to run off but I abruptly took hold of his arm. My heart stopped beating for a split second as we both strongly stumbled back from the sudden tug, almost falling into the bushes. Clack. His blind glasses fell. I look up and see immediately the color of his eyes, and I think to myself, I’m not alone in this world. ~ I’m Iris Ivory and I was born to a cursed bloodline. I inherited two super abilities, the ability to control plant growth and beauty. Although you might think that this is actually quite pretty cool, we call people like me “cursers” and our powers called "curses" because “for we are cursed and to others we shall curse”. I never really understood why until I was forced to. I was deemed VIP by the Cursers-Curses Council (CCC) because cursers normally only inherit one ability where as I inherited two. This phenomenon is very rare and only happens to a very few number of cursers and all of them are born with red eyes. At first, I thought I was lucky, but being born as I was, my luck is fairly limited.
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"Get out," I said in a firm voice, but it shook a bit at the end. The muscles in his jaw tensed when I said that. Instead of getting out, he closed the door and started taking calculative predatory steps toward me. His eyes moved all over my length. My heart started to drum fast. It made me take a step back until my back was flat against the wall. "I said get out," I repeated, trying to sound firm when he was only a step away from me. He stood in front of me with his hands in his pants pocket. "Last time I checked, I still own this place," he said arrogantly in his deep voice, which made me want to sink into the wall. He stood in front of me. "But it's my workplace," I breathed out when he cut an inch of distance between us. His body was not touching me, but my body still twitched as if his calloused hands were moving all over me. I lowered my eyes and took a deep breath to calm myself, but my heartbeat raised when I heard steps coming towards us. "Someone is coming. Go from here," I found myself pleading. The steps became louder as if the person were just a few steps away from opening the door. I don't want rumours to be spread here. An evil smile formed on the corner of his lips looking at the distress on my face. "I'm not afraid to be seen with my wife," he said in his deep, low voice, sending shivers down my spine. My eyes snapped towards him in anger. I know he was doing this on purpose because no one here knows we are married. Why is he breaking the deal?

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