Chapter 4: Is It Destiny?
I stared at him in shock. He let go of my chin and I looked down at the book, processing what he just said. I closed the book, put it back on the shelf, then turned to walk back to my room, until Manuel caught my arm. I looked at the floor, not wanting to make eye contact. I pull my arm out of his grasp slowly and ran back to my room. This isn't happening, this isn't happening, this isn't happening. I don't know what's going on with me, it's kind of hard to process all of this in a couple of hours. I walked into my room and put my weapons that were on the bed onto my nightstand, then sat cross-legged facing the door. My mom must have brought all of my clothes over, because the closet was full of my clothes. I grabbed my song book from the bedside table and flipped through the pages, they are mostly of my past life. When I was about to start writing a new song, Isabelle knocked on the door. I told her to come in. She sat next to me on my bed and I said, "Hey, Isabelle." "Please, call me Izzy or Iz." I nodded. "What's wrong?" She asked noticing my mixed emotions. "I don't know. It's just kind of hard to process this all in one day. Not even one day, about a couple hours and I was unconscious for most of them." I answered. "What happened?" She asked, her voice has a small trace of pity. "Well, a demon sliced me deep in my stomach and I fainted from blood loss." I slowly lifted my shirt to show the thick white scar across my stomach. She winced a little, then nodded. "I have a feeling that's not all you're confused about." She looked at me with suspicion. I sighed, "And that I have been having the same dream for three months, and it's about Manuel." She nodded for me to continue. "He said he's been having the same dream about me. And I'm kind of really confused on what's happening." I finished. She stood up and said, "Well, your secret is safe with me." "Thanks." I replied and she shut the door.
I was alone in my room with my face in my knees, crying. About my AWOL father, about how confused I am, I don't know. While I was crying, I heard my door open, then close. I didn't bother to look who it was. Then I felt arms around me, layed me down, and hugged me to them. They were warm against me, and I fell asleep in their arms.
Manuel's P.O.V
Izzy told me to talk to Kristina, so I walked to her room. I didn't bother knocking, I just opened the door and looked in. She has her face in her knees, I heard her crying. I shut the door behind me and I walked over to her bed, took off my weapons belt, took off my leather vest and set everything on the floor. In instinct I climbed into her bed, put my arms around her, and laid her down next to me with her back against my chest. After a couple of minutes, her breathing slowed and I know she fell asleep. I just listened to her heartbeat, then sleep took me over.
Kristina's P.O.V
I woke up and immediately felt someone's arms wrapped around me. I look over my shoulder to see his face, it's obviously a guy because girls' muscles aren't like this. I turn and see Manuel snuggled close to me. I look at the time on the clock next to me. 10:27pm. I turn around in his arms so we're face to face. He's still asleep. I cup my hand on his cheek, and he jolted awake. It must be a shadowhunter thing. He looked me in the eyes and smiled, I smiled back. "I'm sorry." He said. "For what?" "Making you cry." He has pain in his eyes. "You didn't make me cry." "Then what did?" He asked, still hugging me close. I broke eye contact and went to stand up, but he held me down. "Please?" He said with a sad voice. I hesitated before saying, "I don't even know. It's like all my confusion, frustration, and anger got all mixed up and morphed into sadness. I haven't cried for 13 years." I tried to not make eye contact. He loosened his grip around me. "You know what's a good way to relieve anger?" He asked with a smile. He stood up and picked up his weapons. "Grab your weapons, and let's go." He said, clicking on his weapon belt and putting his vest back on. "Where are we going?" I asked, clipping on my belt, I left my jacket. "The training room." He grabbed my hand and led me there.