A/N, Disclaimer and stuff: Well, this is just a tiny bit of work I wrote in the last twenty minutes after the idea kept bugging me like forever. It's not much and it's probably not even good but it had to come out. Just so much: At the beginning of the animated series, Sabrina is twelve years old and I read somewhere that at the beginning, twenty-five of Salem's hundred years of punishment are already up so twelve plus seventy-five equals eighty-seven. This little text is set somewhere after the series, when Sabrina's not a child anymore but there's still plenty of Salem's cat-time left. Also, I just noticed that I've got more non-story than story. Yay.
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When you're eighty-seven, I won't be a cat anymore. Then I'll be free. Free to live, to do magic... and to tell you how I feel about you. How I've felt about you for such a long time.
You know I'm not good at stuff like this Sabrina and I probably won't be any better at it when time's up, but I'll try it anyway. If there's any chance that you'll feel the same way, it'll be worth it.
But still I have to wait. I couldn't tell you right now how I feel about you. You'd never feel the same way. How could you? I'm just a cat after all.
And humans don't fall for cats.
Salem