I slam the accept button and grip the steering wheel. If this woman makes me crash my truck…
I’m so disappointed in myself I can’t look at my reflection. I’ve never cheated on anything.
Someone was watching. She knew.
We touch each other’s hands as we reach for the papers.
We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.
She daydreams in bed, manifesting you.
After Timothy left my place to catch his flight to the District, I dig out the note Emilian gave me from my backpack.
Some dreams I don’t understand.
It was like I walked into her light and felt this immense harmony deep down. Everything was in balance.
Moldable metal magic shell.
With his usual murderous glare, Emilian watches me approach.
A different kind of spring cleaning.
I scroll past her photo. I feel ashamed looking at it, like she knows I’m watching.
This is when men’s word spells work the fastest—when I’m melting.
The two of us, just having tea.
Life is waiting for you.
That was her, I swear. I can feel it. Everything happened so fast.
Let this tale serve as a reminder of the cost.
With every passing minute not knowing my grade, I die a little inside.