“You heard me, sweetheart.”
Her arms are crossed tight over her full chest. The way she looks at me is filled with hesitation. “Fine.”
Fuck, she’s adorable.
I start following the path where I stopped, hearing her shoes scrape against the ground behind me.
I understand why everyone seems to like her, I’ve watched her from afar sometimes. The way she smiles, laughs. How gentle she is and the way she moves. And every time, I’ve felt like the creepy guy in the shadows. I knew that she would never be interested in me, that I would never be the one chosen by the sunshine girl. Yet she’s here, demanding that we do this together. She isn’t scared of me.
Her smile is gorgeous, her eyes shine like magical fairy dust, and her hair is so unique, blond and pink. The way she moves is attractive,everythingabout her is attractive. Her wings are flawless, and her dresses are so whimsical, full with fairydust. She is always kind to others and so gentle with everyone, especially the animals.
Fuck, I want her. I think every guy that has ever laid eyes on her wants her.
I regret not knowing about her sister. How could I possibly have missed that? I felt awful after handing her the book as she told me about it. Yet, she still seems so warm to me, even after what I did.
Seeing her radiant aura makes me wish I was like that too, always kind and gentle. But I’m not, I will never be like that. Because I’m so scared of other fairies treating me the same way as my father did, I simply push them away. I can’t let them in, I refuse to be hurt like that ever again.
My father was supposed to be my protector, my supporter, the one who should make sure that I was okay. Instead, he was selfish, he was a beast for fuck’s sake. How can you treat your own son like that? How can you treatanyonelike that? It’s a behavior that I willneverunderstand.
“Are you okay?” I hear myself ask. It must be hard for her without Esme around.
Why do I feel the need to be gentle with her when I've never cared before?
“I’m okay.”
“Tsk tsk tsk”
“What now?” She lets out, her tone heavy with irritation.
She’s hurt. She may always be kind, but when you’re sad and hurting, that pain easily surfaces as anger.
I could already understand her like she was an open book, because somewhere in her, I saw myself. Something she doesn’t know.
“Nothing,” I admit. “I’m only trying to be nice for once.”
Something shifts in her eyes, her cheeks turning pink, then she looks away from me and keeps walking.
”That’s the wrong way, sweetheart.” I say after she takes the path straight ahead.
“I know, I was only testing you!” She tries to look angry, her eyebrows furrowed. But the small smile pulling at her lips is what captures every part of my attention.
A laugh escapes my throat.A laugh.
There are three paths ahead of us, and Genevieve is choosing the wrong one again, but this time to the left.
“Genevieve, I think you’re testing me again because that’s also the wrong way.”
She turns, looks back, and stomps toward the right way this time, with me following behind.
“You know, you don’t have to act so smart. It’s easy for you to say what way we should go when you’re literally holding the map.” She says ironically, swinging her arms around her.
“I’m not acting. I can’t help having such a smart head?” The answer comes out sarcastic.
“You’re so annoying!” Her eyes sparkle as she looks back at me, her cheeks rosy.
“I’m not annoying, I haven’t doneanything.” I answer with a calm tone.
“You’ve done more than enough.”
