After my mothers passing, I couldn’t bear to be around anyone happy or evenseeit, always feeling so guilty, hating myself and this life. I despised having to live with my monster of a so-calledfatherby myself. No longer having a safe person by my side, no one who understood me or saw me.
I didn’t have anyone who could save me from him and his behavior, making me want to kill myself, but he always made sure I stayed alive. He wanted to keep torturing me and seeing me suffer.
But now, there is a possibility for me to get my wings back, which is all I want. I need to keep living because I know that taking my own life would satisfy him too much.
I still have hope for a better life and I won’t give up on those small flames that are burning deep inside of me, keeping me alive.
Walking with my head buried in deep thoughts, an odd shadow appears on the ground, but I instinctively ignore it.
“Hi!”
That voice sounded more familiar than I liked it to. She has the kind of voice you could recognize from miles away, one that speaks not only with its vocals but with its whole heart. It can’t be a coincidence that we are going the same way this far out of Fairy Village.
I turn around, my head tilting downwards. It’s clear that it’s her, her glittering sage eyes staring up at me as she moves closer, her hips swinging from side to side with every step.
Being much shorter than me, her head tilts backward to be able to make eye contact.
“Hi?” I speak nervously, the feeling that only appeared when talking to her. What spell does she cast upon my heart to make it flutter like this in her presence?She’s just a girl,I try to remind myself, but she’s not.
She’s Genevieve Heart.
“I thought the map was in the book, but clearly you ripped it out, so here we are.”
“How did you find your way here?”
“I’ve been looking through that book since Esme passed, so I’ve memorized the first part of the map.”
Clever.
“Okay well, I’m doing this on my own, sweetheart. I’ll let you borrow it when I come back.IfI come back.”
“No.”
“What do you mean,no?”
“I need that map as much as you seem to. There is no chance that I will be waiting for your return. I’m going with you.” Her voice is strong, demanding, something about it made me fold.And there it is again, that soft spot.
“You are not going with me, I’m doing this on my own. Fly away with your little wings now, will you.”
“Okay, fly with me then.”
“No, I hate flying.”
God, I miss it so much.
“No one hates flying.” She rolls her eyes before continuing. “Come on now and stop being so grumpy and stubborn!”
“I’m not grumpy.”
“So you’re only stubborn then?”
“Yeah.. wait what? No, I’m not.”
“Apparently, you are.”
“If you want to go with me, then no wings. That’s the deal.”
“What?”
