Prologue
A/N (Please read) : this story, while a sequel to Chrysalis Stage, is written to stand on its own. If you are interested the installment is up and covers seasons 1 and 2.
On this, thanks again for your visit.
May 20th
Klaus and Stefan left the city and me with it.
May 22th
It is the day when dreams have resumed their course.
This time I was not in the forest. No, instead I was in a small cabin dating back to Milana's time. The walls were made of clay and straw, the furniture of wood and iron. The general atmosphere was rustic and quite cold if you did not count the chimney fire in the corner of the room. It seemed like the main room but also the dining room, the bedroom and all the rooms as a whole. It was not surprising given the time Milana lived in, but I had to admit that I was quite surprised by how old the room was. I understood better why she had seemed amazed at all my furniture.
I still remembered her feeling of internal panic. It was almost impossible to bear.
Nevertheless, she gave me a new memory of her life and I knew now that I had to give it a lot of importance to understand her better. Milana was what could be called a gold mine in terms of information about Originals and even more about herself and me.
The abrupt opening of a squeaky door called to me, letting me immediately turn to the source of the sound just to widen my eyes at the sight of a mini me running in the room.
The dreams had totally changed. Now they looked more like memories than mystical dreams.
I still struggled to adjust to the identical resemblance between Milana and myself.
However, it seems that this time I would not really have time to think more about my likeness as my child Milana was suddenly pursued in the room by a young boy with a blond head.
He was wearing a bored expression as he ran around the table in an attempt to catch Milana."Milana, it's not fair. Come back."
"Sorry, Nik, but you're too small." Milana teased as she narrowly avoided the boy's small, crisp hands again. "Miss me. "
Their little game continued a little more like Milana did not seem ready to give up before the boy, Nik, suddenly stopped with a sulky look. He gave an angry look at Milana before turning his head like a little child petulant with his arms crossed over his little chest.
Honestly, I suddenly found myself smiling at the sight. He was potentially adorable.
On the other hand, Milana stopped in her turn before giving a confused look at the little boy."Nicklaus? Why did you stop chasing me?"
I literally had to take a break as I stared at the little boy with wide eyes.
It was Klaus. The same man or rather hybrid now who had mentally and physically tortured my family. The man who had destroyed so little family feeling I had left.
Suddenly, the sight of this little boy no longer seemed so amusing and adorable to me. I knew I should not, but I suddenly felt myself enjoying his boredom.
"Because you cheat." The boy said, keeping his eyes away from Milana.
"Not even true. "Objected Milana, crossing her arms to her chest with a pout. "You say that because you're jealous that I'm faster than you. "
"You're not faster!" Exclaimed the boy suddenly in a fit of anger letting me recognize the capricious little psychopath of my time.
However, Milana seemed barely shaken by his explosion as she lifted her chin with confidence. " Prove it. The last arrival at your farm."
With that, Milana gave him no other choice as she dashed into a run, leaving the boy looking at her with wide eyes in bewilderment.
However, he soon regained his senses as he let out an irritated groan before launching himself in shouting after the little girl. "I was not ready! "
June 7
To tell the truth, this is where Milana's memories began to come back to me every night after this one. Every night, I would go to bed with this redundant feeling of anxiety before ending up in another memory of past life.
Just as I was at the moment, I was bending down to avoid a branch lying over my head as I watched the now familiar woods. It was the woods of Mystic Falls. Only something told me that they were much older.
"Kol, I said, concentrate!"
"I'm trying!"
I frowned immediately at the agreement of the unknown voice in the distance before I found myself walking unconsciously in that direction. I was not long in perceiving the sunlight, which seemed much brighter than between the trees around me. It was so bright that I had to hide my eyes with my hand to avoid being blind.
"Concentrated! Concentrated!" Repeated the woman's voice, seeming to become more and more frustrated. "Kol, look at Milana. She focuses."
"She's just an I know everything." A new, more hoarse, hoarse voice whispered at once.
I finally ventured into the open space just to see three new faces standing on the edge of a river. The same river I had seen all these months before. I narrowed my eyes at the sight of a woman, tall and slender, with hair so golden that it seemed almost white. In front of her stood two smaller silhouettes. Although one of them, a young boy seemed taller than the girl.
This girl was Milana.
Unlike the previous dreams of the past two weeks, I seemed to have advanced in her youth. She seemed more at puberty. Milana seemed impertinently rolling her eyes at the boy's accusations as she continued to levitate a leaf above the ground. At the sight of her magic, I found myself again fascinated and slightly frightened. It was not the first time I attended this kind of show in my dreams.
After all, magic was part of her life and Ayanna, who was apparently Bonnie's ancestor, was the witch who had collected her. It was obvious that the magic was regular in her life.
Suddenly, Milana closed her eyes, stealing a curious glance from the golden-haired woman while the youngest boy by her side glanced at my ancestor through his closed eyes. The malice in the boy made me smile in spite of myself before a new look surprised appeared on my face at the sight of a whole halo of leaf flying around their trio. And all this, under the power of Milana. Now I knew it was just a trick, but for a young witch like Milana, it seemed pretty powerful.
The golden-haired woman even let out a breath before showing a wide smile. "Milana, it's not worthy of a girl to cheer up."
"I'm only trying to help, Kol." She replied in a falsely innocent tone as I could see a slight smirk curl her lips.
"Mother ! "
"Kol." My ancestor moaned suddenly as the boy gave her a slight nudge to destroy her concentration. "You, sheening. "
The boy immediately turned to the girl, pulling his childish tongue before suddenly grabbing a handful of mud. I barely had time to call for Milana to let out a little cry at the feeling of earth in her face.
"Oh, you'll regret it."
And just like that, a mud battle was declared.
My gaze immediately turned to the woman with the long blond hair braided just to see her shake her head on the two young with a small smile on her pale pink lips. She seemed to have a sort of sparkle in her eyes as she gauged the duet that did not seem so innocuous to me. I leaned my head out of sight before transferring my eyes to the duo just to freeze at the sight of two newcomers.
"Elijah." The first word left my lips as I watched the young man come out of the wood with a bow in his hand and that famous, breathtaking smile.
The latter was holding a version a little younger than him of Klaus leaving me a face grimace. I still let my eyes linger on his slender figure despite myself before returning my attention to the boy and Milana. These last two still seemed in their little battle when suddenly the boy was literally up in the air.
He seemed barely shaken by the impromptu action as he let out a grunt before pointing his dark eyes to the girl below him. "Make me go down little fool."
"Makes me."Replied young Milana instilling more laughter in the woman as well as in the newcomers.
"It looks like you're in a pretty loquacious situation, brother." Klaus teased as he gave a sneering look at the still levitating brown scotching him.
However, it was not long before he was dropped on the floor at the amused request of Elijah."Milana, don't you pity him?"
"He got what he deserved." The brunette said confidently as she gave a confident look at the young brown lying on the floor.
The latter hit the ground in frustration before pointing to her as he rose with suppleness. He seemed on the verge of throwing himself on her only Nicklaus himself stepped in front of her with a grin defying his brother to approach. Obviously, the young boy seemed more motivated as he rushed on Klaus, starting a new fight much more aggressive. Milana immediately stood back with a broad smile curving her lips as she watched the duet spoiled around.
One thing I had learned about her, Milana had a facetious wit. She seemed to enjoy the embarrassing situations of others. And especially the brothers around her.
Suddenly, I found myself approaching as I saw Elijah approach her with his bow still in hand."You shouldn't revel in such a spectacle."
"Because I'm supposed to be fragile and delicate." Milana immediately replied, turning to Elijah with a broad, bright smile.
I was almost certain that I had not smiled that way for some time. It was almost strange to see that smile on my face.
"Because you could hurt yourself." Elijah replied with real concern for her, letting me smile again at the sight of the soon-to-be-vamped human.
He was just as enticing if not more in human version. It was honestly a surprise to know that Milana and Klaus were in love when we knew they were just arguing.
However, I could still detect a source of interest in both as Milana suddenly leaned toward Elijah. "You are always there to watch over me, Lijah."
And like that, Milana put a chaste kiss on his cheek suddenly calling the other two men fighting on the ground. I raised my eyebrows as I could jealousy not on one but two faces on the floor while Milana kept her attention on Elijah and only on him. At the sight of her little smile and Elijah's look of false reprimand, it was certain to say that she knew exactly what she was doing. I watched intently as Milana suddenly grabbed her dress in her fists to avoid stepping on it before giving Elijah a mischievous look. She raised her suggestive eyebrows before abruptly pivoting gracefully on her heels as she turned to Klaus and the boy, Kol.
She displayed a huge smile at the sight of their expressions visibly annoyed before suddenly start in a race towards the blond to deposit a chaste kiss on his cheek. "Tag, you're it!"
The blond instantly flashed a surprised look before suddenly tripping over the mud as he tried to get up in hurry. "Milana! You're cheating!"
I found myself smiling in spite of myself as I saw Nicklaus's receding back through the woods.
I leapt out of my dream with a panting breath before glancing around my dorm room to anchor myself back into the real world. A dull sound echoed around me, just letting out a curse when I saw all my stuff falling to the floor like magic. (No pun intended).
I let out a groan, holding my forehead to the now familiar sensation of a nascent headache before grimacing at the feeling of my nightwear sticking to my body. It had become a habit to wake up with excruciating headache and soaking clothes. At this point, I had even contemplated the idea of just sleeping in the bathtub. And I was not even talking about the humid and horribly stifling atmosphere of New Orleans.
It did not help these episodes in any way.
I could feel a push along my limbs just making my eyes roll in response as I pulled the sheets off my body to get out of bed.
"God, woman! Give me time to wake up." I grunted under my breath before letting a yawn pass my lips as I raised my arms over my head to stretch.
The last few weeks had been more than instructive in my cohabitation with Milana.
First of all, I learned that she had no intention of slipping me away from my own body. After the episode of the microwave explosion, she knew she needed me to survive in this era. Then it would seem that her mind, her dreams and her memories were not the only result of our convergence. The mere sight of objects lying on the floor of my little student room was enough to explain the effects of our convergence in itself.
Now I understood absolutely everything and I was not particularly fond of all that knowledge. Simply because it made the thing definitely more rea-
I felt a new thrust in my body letting my fists clench as I took a deep breath at the impatient temper of my roommate before just rolling my eyes as I headed for the bathroom. She was really complicated at the beginning, and even then I find myself in deep frustration with Milana but most of the time we find common ground.
I crossed the entrance of the bathroom by giving a simple gesture of the hand to light the candles around the room before starting to remove the wet bra from my trunk before moving to my shorts wide. I let the whole thing rest on the oak floor before turning the tub valves while climbing inside. I did not even bother pulling the shower curtain as I ran my head under the shower head before closing my eyes, taking advantage of the feeling of renewal that the water was giving me.
I threw my head back as I let the water run down my naked body before grabbing the soap and almond shower gel lying on the edge of the tub. Then, I began a long moment of relaxation by passing the soap along my body.
It was a fact that I had discovered from Milana. She seemed always troubled by the difference of our silhouettes. If we had the same face and the same shapes, she was fleshier at the time. According to her impressions, my pelvis seemed too narrow and the sensation of the muscles of my abdomen disturbed her. My pear-shaped breasts looked too small and my collarbone was much too big. Conversely, she seemed fully satisfied with my bulging thighs and buttocks bounces. I stayed an extra moment under the jet of hot water before finally cutting the water. I ran my hands along my neck to relieve the tense feeling of my muscles before throwing my hair back to the side. I twisted this last to wring out the excess of water before getting out of the tub by throwing them back on my back.
I grabbed the fluffy towel lying on the towel rail against the wall before wrapping it around my wet body. I made sure to secure it at the base of my breasts before walking back to my room. It was also the main room of my little studio. After my hurried departure, it was the only thing I could afford since I did not attend John and Jenna's testamentary reading. Plus, I was way too young to collect so much money so it only left me with the bare essentials provided on my current accounts. Hence the reason why I had to apply for a job in a small local bar in addition to my classes.
A new sigh suddenly left my lips as I took a critical look at most of my things now lying on the floor before raising my hand. I closed my eyes to concentrate since it still represented a lot for my body before reopening them to the agreement of objects moving by themselves. A simple smile curved my lips as I watched the items settle on their own, before suddenly displaying a bored look at Milana's sarcastic impression. If I was satisfied with my accomplishment, she seemed more annoyed by the weakness of my inexperienced body.
It was obvious that she was a powerful witch and the little party trick was not her cup of tea.
Nevertheless, she lived in my body and she had to live with it.
With that thought, I regained my calm mood before glancing out the open window overlooking the French Quarter. A smile bowed my lips as I watched the most determined finally make their way home while the few musicians at night still awake leaving room for those days.
New Orleans was a magical city. In every sense of the word since I learned that a large witch population resided there, but that was another story for later. What I meant was that New Orleans was a total change for me. And although the circumstances of my departure were not particularly reassuring, I could not help but praise my choice to leave.
Even more when my phone was still ringing like it was right now. I glanced over my shoulder with an irritated pout before moving to retrieve it.
Obviously, Milana was still bored by the device.
I detached my phone from the charger as I watched the screen become dark again showing that the call had ended. I slid my finger across the screen just to squint my lips at the sight of the multitude of missed calls, messages, and notifications that appeared one after the other. Clearly, the Mystic Falls gang did not really understand the purpose of the escape. And especially Damon. If I thought kissing him on his hypothetical death bed was a good idea, I could now say it was completely stupid. The vampire called me constantly and his voice messages threatened to overload my mail.
As I predicted, my feelings, though persistent, were not as strong as when I was me. And even if I wanted to blame Milana for that, I knew that part of me was there for something too. Deciding to just ignore the vampire, I went to my sister's calls. I gave her a tiny importance only for Stefan's sake. Elena had found the good idea to update me on their search for the vampire. It seems that Klaus and Stefan had gone on a mission of bonding time between the blood addict and the altar psychopath.
I read texts containing newspaper articles that could match the atrocious acts of the two vampires before finally moving on to Jeremy. Except for Felix, who was also strangely silent for the last days, my twin was the only person to whom I condescended to give my news.
It was probably the only thing that prevented Damon from landing in the Big Easy for that matter. He knew I was alive and took my ignorance for the fruit of my usual character. I just typed the usual message containing just three lines before pressing send. After that, I rested the phone without much interest before walking straight to my dresser. I pulled out the first drawer to pull out skinny black jeans with a simple purple-colored ample tank top before tossing the set on top of my undone bed. I was not long in swapping my towel for a pair of sexy underwear since Milana seemed particularly appreciated this evolution.
Anyway, once dressed, I went back into the bathroom to pass a comb in my knots before braiding with elegance my long brown curls. It seems that Milana was finally getting used to the length and I was even humming during the whole process. I even applied a light layer of make-up finishing with a touch of rosy gloss on my full lips before going to my room to prepare my bag for the day. I flung out most of my books for my afternoon classes before catching my red leather jacket and brown boots with heels. I ended up throwing the strap of my bag on my shoulder before making my way outside my small studio.
I was running down the unstable stairs before finally closing my eyelids, taking a deep breath in the feeling of the sun's rays warming my skin. I was bathing in the warm, moist New Orleans feeling before venturing into the busy streets with a sense of fascination and comfort. It was really the place I needed after the last year.
4th July
The day of independence.
In Mystic Falls, it used to be one day celebrated by festivities and great receptions between family founders. So it was a first for me.
I let a smile curl my lips as I reveled in the animation and noise filling the bar Rousseau while I let myself simply be carried away by the movement. There were so many people to serve and to satisfy that there was simply no room for thought or daydreams.
"Hey, sweetie, here!"
"A combo and a beer for table 5."
A burst of laughter.
Jazz music drumming at full speed and the intermingled voices of customers celebrating a day of union and freedom for our country.
I showed a broad smile as I put down a beer in front of one of our regulars, Thierry. "Here and tell Marcel to come get his own bottle of bourbon. I have no time to personally serve his majesty."
Thierry showed a wide smile amused by my temper before shaking his head as he pushed himself from the bar while tilting his cap."Noted."
I shook my head on the vampire, yes vampire before turning my attention to other customers. It seems that this city did not only contain witches but also vampires. The latter knew absolutely nothing of my knowledge. That was probably why they were so enjoying my impetuous attitude. They thought I was totally ignorant but on the contrary. Actually, I was the one who was playing with them. I knew all there was to know about the ruthless vampires of this city as well as the witch rivalries, vampires and even werewolves.
For the moment all these species lived in a kind of agreement but Milana could strangely feel the tension rising between all the species. That was why she had told me to hide from everyone's eyes. Including my employers. The Devereaux were a witch family and seemed intrinsically involved in the community. Well except for Sophie, but she was just too wild to be enchained by the magic of the ancestors. She was my favorite witch. Jeanne-Anne had the gift of making Milana nervous with her suspicious glances, and Monique, although still a child, urged me to stay on my guard around her. All in all, Sophie remained the witch who satisfied both parts of me and that was enough for me.
Sometimes I saw Milana as a kind of extra firewall even though she did not really like that comparison.
"Gilbert! Send a bottle!" Hail suddenly a familiar voice over the cacophony just making me shake my head at the sight of Sophie dancing on the counter.
I immediately turned on my heels before throwing the cloth on my shoulder as I grabbed a bottle of vodka from the shelf. I then turned to Sophie as she continued her little number before handing her the bottle and a shaker. The witch was the queen of cocktails. She let out a scream as she addressed the crowd before starting to juggle the bottles.
Soon enough, the arrival of new customers entering the already well-packed bar forced me to take my attention away from the witch just to get up at the sight of two young witches trying to make their way through the crowd. One of them happened to be Monique. She was easily recognizable with her chocolate brown skin and her typically Afro crimped hair. She had an already slender figure at the height of her fourteen years.
However, my attention soon fell on the other little witch. Davina Claire. She was Monique's best friend and also a witch. She had long curly brown hair encircling her round face and illuminating her eyes with a crystalline blue. Her porcelain skin only completed her doll look. She was absolutely adorable and seemed to display an almost touching fragility. It was obvious to say that despite their nature; these little witches were still innocent. They were typical teenagers with crush and little girls' problems. They were literally the reminder of what I was not and what I would never be.
It had been a long time since this innocence had been taken away and with the living being with me, I knew that I could never find that part of myself.
I remembered the first time I met Davina at the bar. She had come looking for Monique and being the curious little witch, she was, she had asked me about my background story. It was at that moment that Milana had thought it wise to cast a spell on me to hide some supernatural beings around me. I gave her the simple basic story. I came from Virginia and had the opportunity to come for an internship here. My young age did not fail to impress her and she suddenly decided to become my friend during the summer.
I immediately approached the duo as they reached the bar before raising an eyebrow in expectancy. "What do I serve you girls?"
"Wow, wow, Monique!"Sophie suddenly exclaimed from the bar interrupting the brunette to answer as all of Sophie's party companions turned to the duet in front of me. "Everyone, it's my niece, Monique!"
The whole bar began to chant the name of the little witch letting me laugh as I turned to the shelves to prepare their usual drinks. I turned around with the glasses in my hands just to focus my attention on Davina as I saw Monique trying to get her aunt out of the bar in embarrassment.
"Here, little one." I hover over the cacophony of the bar before giving a secret glance at the brunette to accompany my next statement as I leaned over the bar. "I heard Tim was going to perform on stage later in the evening."
A wide look with a slight blush on her cheeks immediately occupied her plump face as she gave me an enthusiastic look. " Really?"
"Mhm, mhm ..." I huffed with a mischievous smile before suddenly turning my head to the small kitchen at the understanding of my name being hailed. " One minute. "
I walked away from the little witch crossing the bar before stopping at the entrance to the kitchen to give a look at Jeanne-Anne waiting.
"Ah, you are here." The brunette said rubbing her hands with flour before giving me a sympathetic look despite the anxious feeling bubbling inside my chest."You have not stopped since this morning. You should take a break."
To be honest, a break was not really a refusal.
I cast an uncertain glance over my shoulder over the bar filled before casting an uncertain look at the elder Devereaux. "Are you sure you'll be able to manage?"
Jeanne-Anne hummed in agreement before displaying an annoyed grimace on the open entry overlooking the bar. "Well, once I have managed to get my sister away from the bottles."
"She is a real party animal." I agreed with a slight smirk.
Jeanne-Anne tilted her head in agreement letting me push of the crack before heading to the back door. I was not slow to release a deep sigh once in the cooler air of the night. I ignored the equally prominent noise in the cheerful streets of New Orleans before taking my phone out of the pocket of my loose leather shorts. I turned on the screen with my thumb before creasing my lips at the sight of the many missed calls as usual.
Realizing that tonight was a full moon night, I dialed Caroline's number with a sense of trepidation. I had learned why Felix did not return my messages and calls in the last month. It turned out he had a terrible accident with his father. The latter was dead on the spot unfortunately nature had a very twisted way of expressing her need. It was thus that Felix had started his curse and now, Tyler and Caroline were on the watch for the new wolf.
I wanted to go back to this news immediately, but the blond vampire had personally called me to tell me that Felix did not want to see me. At least not until Klaus remained a threat to me.
I waited a moment with the phone against my ear as I stared at the full moon rising a little higher up in the sky before leaning against the nearest wall as I came across the vampire's voicemail. Realizing that she must have been busy with two werewolves now on her arms, I hung up before flipping through my last missed calls.
Not surprisingly, Damon seemed the most usual in all my missed calls and strangely, I suddenly felt the need to call him. I stared my screen at the idea with my thumb hovering on the screen before suddenly straightening up at the sight of his flashing name on the screen.
It seems that the vampire had already decided for me as I resigned myself to answer in hesitation. "Damon. "
My response was received by a long, heavy silence, showing Damon's surprise as I stared at the end of my boots with a deep sense of guilt.
"Mila." The vampire finally breath into bewilderment before quickly recovering his spirits."So ... you finally deign to answer me. "
I winced at the clumsiness and accusation in his tone before trying to act like my old self in his regard. "Well, I have never really appreciated answering you."
A breath of laughter who seemed really relieved can be heard on the other side of the conversation before Damon's voice resumed. "How does New Orleans treat you?"
"Well. I have not had any life or death situation yet." I replied, shrugging my shoulders before walking up and down the alley. "I go to class during the day and I have a little job as a bartender in the local bar."
"You? A job ? in a bar ?" Repeated the vampire with a hint of disbelief before resuming in a suggestive tone. "Bartenders have always been my weak point."
I rolled my eyes to his advances before replying sarcastically. "You mean bourbon has always been your weak point."
"Touché." The vampire agreed before leaving a strangely comfortable silence between us.
At least it was until he left his thoughts in the open, creating a deep sense of discomfort and objection in the depths of my heart."I really miss you Mila."
I was swallowing the nauseous sensation that Milana was producing in my stomach before deciding to change the subject in an attempt to dispel this discomfort. "Elena ... Elena told me you lost track on Stefan."
"Yeah, I wouldn't talk about that with you. I already have enough of a girlfriend at home chewing in my ears for an eternity." Complained the vampire, letting me imagine the hell he was living alongside my sister.
Of course, she was not going to leave Stefan like that. And even if it gave me a feeling of reassurance since the vampire had been my best friend once, I was still mad at her. Maybe not to hit her like before I left, but I still felt Milana's strong, clear dislike in my veins.
However, that was not what worried me at the moment. " I see. And Caroline? Is she ... well, Felix ... "
"Baby Gilbert is on duty for the first full moon of the brat. You must believe that they really developed a friendship during your absence. After all, they are both miserable without you."Damon replied, letting me imagine his bored expression. "On the other hand, they are the ones who make me miserable. Did you know that kid is still testing my buttons? I'm on the verge of tearing his heart."
I did not know the deadly tone of his voice at the mere thought before tightening my grip on my phone. "Damon ..."
"Yeah, yeah, I know the rule. Don't touch Wolfie." He muttered, letting me imagine the roll of his blue eyes.
The sound of the glass tinkling against a surface resounds on the other side, letting me imagine the vampire using a faithful glass of alcohol. He just used to treat his thoughts with alcohol. It also indicated to me that he was troubled by something.
I narrowed my lips as I glanced over my shoulder at the bar looking even more packed if it were even possible before glancing at the dark alley. "Do you want to tell me what concerns you?"
"You mean except you're not here and I'm dying to tear heads?" The vampire questioned rhetorically, making me wince again at the importance he brought me. He let out a deep sigh forcing me to bring importance to his words. "I'm about to crack, Mila. Stefan seems more and more lost and your sister who keeps waiting for me to take his place in the department of holiness, it's just ..."
"Too much." I finished for him knowingly before lowering my eyes on my boots again. "I'm sorry I ignored your calls, Damon. "
"Nah, don't start pitying me, little Gilbert. It may taint my style." The vampire grumbled again. "I know for sure why you left. I don't like it but I accept it. Because I know now that I must respect your choices."
I could not help but feel an ounce of affection for the vampire to agree to his resignation. Without waiting, it immediately led to a feeling of objection from Milana. However, I shook my head unconsciously as I decided to let a surge of affection return. "If things had been different maybe ..."
Suddenly, I found myself unable to say anything as I narrowed my lips, letting my eyelids close in a sense of struggle. Without realizing it, my thumb hovered on my screen before disconnecting the call without my consent. I could feel my limbs suddenly shaking as I struggled for control before suddenly giving a startled scream at the sight of the few lights exploding around me.
I widened my eyes as I pushed myself against the wall for protection before suddenly turning my head to the side, suddenly releasing my phone to the agreement of exclamation from Sophie. "You're a witch."