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ourselves to humans.’
The atmosphere is the room shifts when Gabriel starts talking about the harsh rules. Sprites don't have love in their marriages, but there are so many questions that I have to ask.
'So no one ever complained?’ I ask with disbelief. His expression shifts and he stares at me blankly as if he doesn't understand my question.
‘We are not humans. We have been created to help people make the right decisions; the enjoyment of our lives isn’t a priority for us. I would love to talk about changelings, but I don’t think the time is suitable.’ He concludes by moving towards my book collection. I am not sure if he is even trying to make me understand him and his background; I have never heard of changelings. I get up and put my pink robe on quickly as I wonder if he will be looking at me, but when I turn around he is occupied with looking at books.
‘I have to go to the bathroom,’ I say, breaking the awkward silence.
‘I am just about to leave anyway; I am risking my life and yours by talking to you,’ he replies. ‘I will be back to explain this further in a few days.’
I nod and then he is gone. I exhale with disappointment. He never stays for more than half an hour. So not only are there ‘forbidden’ relationships, but he’s not even supposed to speak to me. Well, that’s just convenient! Although, he did say there was a Sprite that murdered a human, so does this mean that another human was able to see her as well?
I toss and turn for the rest of the night thinking about our short conversation, secretly wondering if Gabriel is glad that I’ve become the one that is able to notice him. I try to convince myself that my emotions are not real, but my heart contradicts everything that my mind is telling me. My whole body reacts when he moves or looks at me, but I am struggling to read if I have any effect on him. He is breaking the rules for me.
By the end of November it rains constantly. I struggle to get out of bed in the mornings. The temperature drops significantly. My visit to the hospital went well despite the lack of sleep the night before; the doctor informs me that the wound is healing nicely. I keep quiet about my mysterious experiences with creatures from fairy tales.
After a few weeks since the check up, I am able to take off the bandage. The nasty scar is visible and it will constantly remind me what had happened in Swansea for years to come. Despite that, I feel that this period in my life is finally over. Only my odd ‘disability’ is still present.
Gabriel doesn’t visit me as he promised, but he keeps an eye on me. However, when I decide to go to my room after a large meal downstairs he is already there waiting for me. I stand in the door and my jaw hangs open. It’s been weeks since we last spoke and now he is in my room again.
‘Evening,’ he says, folding his arms together leaning on the window. My heartbeat speeds up as if the awareness of him standing in my room is driving me mad.
‘Hi,’ I squeak, and close the door behind me. ‘What are you doing here?’
‘I promised that I would come back,’ he responds, gazing me at me intensely. ‘I have to apologise that I didn’t come back earlier. I had to deal with other issues.’
‘Am I going to find out more about you today?’ I ask, walking across my own bedroom. I am angry that he didn’t come back when he was supposed to. I was going to study today, but now this is not going to happen. I toss my red hair and sit down on my bed, pretending that his presence doesn’t have any effect on me. I shouldn’t be so direct, but I am curious to know more about him.
‘Yes, I came back to explain more about our world.’
‘Great.’
He doesn’t take his blue eyes off me, and then he shifts his position by the window and walks up to me.
‘Do you mind if I sit down?’
The smell of spearmint, cypress wood and
The atmosphere is the room shifts when Gabriel starts talking about the harsh rules. Sprites don't have love in their marriages, but there are so many questions that I have to ask.
'So no one ever complained?’ I ask with disbelief. His expression shifts and he stares at me blankly as if he doesn't understand my question.
‘We are not humans. We have been created to help people make the right decisions; the enjoyment of our lives isn’t a priority for us. I would love to talk about changelings, but I don’t think the time is suitable.’ He concludes by moving towards my book collection. I am not sure if he is even trying to make me understand him and his background; I have never heard of changelings. I get up and put my pink robe on quickly as I wonder if he will be looking at me, but when I turn around he is occupied with looking at books.
‘I have to go to the bathroom,’ I say, breaking the awkward silence.
‘I am just about to leave anyway; I am risking my life and yours by talking to you,’ he replies. ‘I will be back to explain this further in a few days.’
I nod and then he is gone. I exhale with disappointment. He never stays for more than half an hour. So not only are there ‘forbidden’ relationships, but he’s not even supposed to speak to me. Well, that’s just convenient! Although, he did say there was a Sprite that murdered a human, so does this mean that another human was able to see her as well?
I toss and turn for the rest of the night thinking about our short conversation, secretly wondering if Gabriel is glad that I’ve become the one that is able to notice him. I try to convince myself that my emotions are not real, but my heart contradicts everything that my mind is telling me. My whole body reacts when he moves or looks at me, but I am struggling to read if I have any effect on him. He is breaking the rules for me.
By the end of November it rains constantly. I struggle to get out of bed in the mornings. The temperature drops significantly. My visit to the hospital went well despite the lack of sleep the night before; the doctor informs me that the wound is healing nicely. I keep quiet about my mysterious experiences with creatures from fairy tales.
After a few weeks since the check up, I am able to take off the bandage. The nasty scar is visible and it will constantly remind me what had happened in Swansea for years to come. Despite that, I feel that this period in my life is finally over. Only my odd ‘disability’ is still present.
Gabriel doesn’t visit me as he promised, but he keeps an eye on me. However, when I decide to go to my room after a large meal downstairs he is already there waiting for me. I stand in the door and my jaw hangs open. It’s been weeks since we last spoke and now he is in my room again.
‘Evening,’ he says, folding his arms together leaning on the window. My heartbeat speeds up as if the awareness of him standing in my room is driving me mad.
‘Hi,’ I squeak, and close the door behind me. ‘What are you doing here?’
‘I promised that I would come back,’ he responds, gazing me at me intensely. ‘I have to apologise that I didn’t come back earlier. I had to deal with other issues.’
‘Am I going to find out more about you today?’ I ask, walking across my own bedroom. I am angry that he didn’t come back when he was supposed to. I was going to study today, but now this is not going to happen. I toss my red hair and sit down on my bed, pretending that his presence doesn’t have any effect on me. I shouldn’t be so direct, but I am curious to know more about him.
‘Yes, I came back to explain more about our world.’
‘Great.’
He doesn’t take his blue eyes off me, and then he shifts his position by the window and walks up to me.
‘Do you mind if I sit down?’
The smell of spearmint, cypress wood and
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