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ability developed I was around you often.’
‘What about your father? Is he involved with the Council as well?’
‘No,’ he responds. ‘My father isn’t too keen on council rules. We have similar values, and although my mother is tied to the Council, my father doesn’t think that everything they do is necessary.’
‘For example?’
‘Well, I would need at least a few hours to talk about it, which unfortunately I don’t have.’
‘Right.’
‘There will be another time,’ he hisses, leaning slightly closer and an electric current shoots through me again. ‘Goodbye.’
Then he is gone. Yet again he didn’t explain everything, just leaving me with questions. Maybe it’s partly my fault, because I tend to ask a lot of questions and haven’t got enough patience. I need to stop thinking about how I am reacting every time he is close to me.
To distract myself from my confusing feelings, I switch on my laptop and start searching for the term ‘changeling.’ Surprisingly, I find a lot of articles about the myth. The stories go back as early as the fifteenth century. I stay up for a few hours, reading about this fascinating history. So he was right: we always believed that fairies were stealing our children, but no one was ever able to see them. Gabriel said that it doesn’t happen anymore. He said that this practice has been stopped. I should have asked him why, but we didn’t get into that. I fall asleep thinking about his blue eyes and wondering why I am the only one that can see them. I need to find out about the past; there was someone else that had a similar gift to mine.
The next few days pass quickly, but I still have Gabriel in my mind. George keeps calling, surprisingly making an effort. He promises to visit me sometime soon, but he isn’t specific, as usual.
Since I left London my life has been transformed. Unexpectedly, my phone is silent for a few days. Mum stopped calling me and I am not sure what is happening to her. Finally, on Sunday evening, I manage to get a hold of her, and after nagging questions she reveals that she had a date. However, this is the only information that I am able to get out of her. I can hear in her voice that she is embarrassed and isn’t comfortable talking about this with me. I hang up the phone, feeling happy that she is finally getting on with her life. Mum is in her mid-forties and spends far too much of her time concentrating on me. I hope that this will bring more and more opportunities for her to find someone else close to her heart.
A few days after the conversation with Mum and an interesting time with Gabriel, I open the front door. I wonder who is knocking at our student pad so late on this gloomy Friday evening.
‘Hello, Ania,’ says George, standing outside smiling widely. I stare at him, unable to say anything, frozen. George hands me the flowers he's holding and kisses me unexpectedly. The kiss is surprising and I expect a burst of the usual emotions to arise. Instead I feel nothing.
‘What are you doing here?’ I ask, confused and worried, still standing in the doorway.
‘I told you that I would come to see you. I missed you,’ he explains, stepping inside.
Reluctantly, I let him in. I close the door, feeling defeated as he makes himself comfortable on the sofa in the living room. Michael and Carl are in the kitchen, cooking supper. He looks good. His blond hair is styled and he is wearing a dark blazer with designer jeans. Normally, under these circumstances I would be happy to see him, but his visit is so unpredicted that I am more worried than excited.
‘Hey guys. This is George – a friend,’ I say, looking at Mike and Carl, who are busy debating on the choice of ingredients that they should add to their curry.
‘I hate to correct you, darling, but I am your boyfriend,’ says George, smiling. Mike and Carl are staring at me, uncertain. ‘Nice to
‘What about your father? Is he involved with the Council as well?’
‘No,’ he responds. ‘My father isn’t too keen on council rules. We have similar values, and although my mother is tied to the Council, my father doesn’t think that everything they do is necessary.’
‘For example?’
‘Well, I would need at least a few hours to talk about it, which unfortunately I don’t have.’
‘Right.’
‘There will be another time,’ he hisses, leaning slightly closer and an electric current shoots through me again. ‘Goodbye.’
Then he is gone. Yet again he didn’t explain everything, just leaving me with questions. Maybe it’s partly my fault, because I tend to ask a lot of questions and haven’t got enough patience. I need to stop thinking about how I am reacting every time he is close to me.
To distract myself from my confusing feelings, I switch on my laptop and start searching for the term ‘changeling.’ Surprisingly, I find a lot of articles about the myth. The stories go back as early as the fifteenth century. I stay up for a few hours, reading about this fascinating history. So he was right: we always believed that fairies were stealing our children, but no one was ever able to see them. Gabriel said that it doesn’t happen anymore. He said that this practice has been stopped. I should have asked him why, but we didn’t get into that. I fall asleep thinking about his blue eyes and wondering why I am the only one that can see them. I need to find out about the past; there was someone else that had a similar gift to mine.
The next few days pass quickly, but I still have Gabriel in my mind. George keeps calling, surprisingly making an effort. He promises to visit me sometime soon, but he isn’t specific, as usual.
Since I left London my life has been transformed. Unexpectedly, my phone is silent for a few days. Mum stopped calling me and I am not sure what is happening to her. Finally, on Sunday evening, I manage to get a hold of her, and after nagging questions she reveals that she had a date. However, this is the only information that I am able to get out of her. I can hear in her voice that she is embarrassed and isn’t comfortable talking about this with me. I hang up the phone, feeling happy that she is finally getting on with her life. Mum is in her mid-forties and spends far too much of her time concentrating on me. I hope that this will bring more and more opportunities for her to find someone else close to her heart.
A few days after the conversation with Mum and an interesting time with Gabriel, I open the front door. I wonder who is knocking at our student pad so late on this gloomy Friday evening.
‘Hello, Ania,’ says George, standing outside smiling widely. I stare at him, unable to say anything, frozen. George hands me the flowers he's holding and kisses me unexpectedly. The kiss is surprising and I expect a burst of the usual emotions to arise. Instead I feel nothing.
‘What are you doing here?’ I ask, confused and worried, still standing in the doorway.
‘I told you that I would come to see you. I missed you,’ he explains, stepping inside.
Reluctantly, I let him in. I close the door, feeling defeated as he makes himself comfortable on the sofa in the living room. Michael and Carl are in the kitchen, cooking supper. He looks good. His blond hair is styled and he is wearing a dark blazer with designer jeans. Normally, under these circumstances I would be happy to see him, but his visit is so unpredicted that I am more worried than excited.
‘Hey guys. This is George – a friend,’ I say, looking at Mike and Carl, who are busy debating on the choice of ingredients that they should add to their curry.
‘I hate to correct you, darling, but I am your boyfriend,’ says George, smiling. Mike and Carl are staring at me, uncertain. ‘Nice to
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