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OC PoV
Over the following few weeks, I was fairly reserved, and I think even Logan noticed. I had a nagging feeling in the back of my mind that love and friendship only ended in pain. I had a dream a couple of nights ago, and it had been haunting me. My parents' faces began as loving as they looked at me and talked to me. Then the atmosphere darkened, and their expression turned to terror and disgust, and I could hear their thoughts echoing one word.
Monster.
With my thoughts tied to the past, my old walls of a polite, quiet lady woke up. I hardly said anything during the day, with the exception of greetings. As I was so distracted, I never really noticed how strange I was acting.
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Charles PoV
I noticed that Pascale had become strangely quiet. The small things she said seemed to be from her own time. She greeted people with ma'am or sir, and gave a small curtsy. Her eyes seemed vacant, but occasionally I caught a glimpse of pain and loneliness. With her mind so caught up, I was unsure of how to approach the situation. However, I couldn't leave anyone living in my mansion as lonely and pained as her thoughts projected. I wondered if it had anything to do with the way she collapsed in my office when I mentioned the witch burnings, the first time I met her. It was obvious that she had gone through some kind of traumatic experience, and although she may hardly remember it, I think she needed help. I needed a plan.
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Logan PoV
I was clueless. Pascale had become unnaturally quiet and reserved several days after that night, I had no idea what to do. Her action that night had left me wanting more. However she never followed it up. In fact, she even pulled away from me, talking only in necessary amounts. I missed the amusing chats we had deep in the night.
Occasionally, I passed her in the halls during the day. Pascale generally curtsied and wished me a good noon 'sir'. Now, I was pretty sure we had passed that point. She seemed to have gone back in time, and I had no idea of how to bring her back.
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OC PoV
Monster.
I shook my head. No, I cannot be a monster. Look around you, I have a home and a family. They aren't rejecting me or calling me names. I sat down in my room and looked out the window, feeling the lazy warm breeze on my face.
Monster.
Slamming my palm down on the window sill, I grunted, frustrated at my thoughts. NO! I am not a monster. How about Logan. He likes me. He's never looked at me with disgust or terror. A vision of my parent's faces morphed into my mind and I shook my head again, standing up and storming away from the window.
I could just let some people into my life, let someone love me. Let Logan closer to me. But I can't. There's something frustratingly just there, in my mind, stopping me from going any further, making me put my walls down. I don't know how much it will take for someone to break them, but I don't think it would be much. I wanted to let Logan closer, to feel what it would be like to have someone care for me.
I could try. I could let him in. But I don't want to see his face look with disgust on me. I don't think he would. Anyway, if he does, you could just run. That sounds familiar. No, there will be no more running. I want to stay here. I want friends. Yet there's a secret hidden in your head that will stop you, monster. No one can love the other side of your mutation.
My eyes flicked to the window, widening. Through some bizarre argument in my head, I had come across a possible reason for why I was shutting everyone out. It was just a thought, nothing more, nothing less, but I needed to find out more.
I needed to see Charles.
