The power went out here so here⊠lol⊠this is some of my personal works⊠Hope you enjoy a snippet of the zero draft <33
Middays in the Wisconsin summers were a treasure you couldnât even begin to name.
But is a different thing when you and your best friend, but almost your boyfriend, lose power when youâre back at your second home. He paces the room, his eyebrows dripping with a salty sweat.
âWhat the fuck are we gonna do?â Yuma complains, rubbing his hands together. âAll our food is bad. The fucking roads are blocked by trees that we canât get clear until tomorrow.â
âHey,â I explain, stepping closer. My fingers reach to the collar of his shirt, and I pull him closer. âLook at me. Weâre okay. Weâre gonna be fine.â
He tips his head back, dropping his hands. He chuckles softly, âWanna read me a manual on how to stay so fuckinâ calm during disaster?â
âItâs not disaster!â I laugh, shaking my head side to side. âItâs a chance to⊠turn off our phones. Light some candles, let the night flow into moments that we have full control over.â
âVivâŠâ All of Yumaâs worries seem distant. Broken. Crumbled away, by just the lull of my creative tone. âWe should be freaking out, but⊠with you, I feel⊠as though my mind is finally in its right place.â
My eyes narrow, realizing how in tune his thoughts are with his verbal language.
âNever have I ever⊠told any lies.â
âHey,â Yuma snickers, a mocking tone in his voice. âwe agreed before that any mind games were off limits. Because of your talentââ
âMy DNA,â Vivi corrects. âA talent is learned. DNA is passed on.â
âCase-by-case,â He shrugs, âIt you wouldâve let me finished, I was going to say âBecause of your talent and your special DNAâŠâ Iâd argue that I fall into both of those categories, as do you. My mother was a musician. I was given her talent to strum a guitar. Pluck a piano key and know beforehand exactly what it sounded like before I was even five.â
âYou fall into the talent category, because you have a natural born talent on reading minds,â he explains, sitting down on the couch and leaning over to grab the candle and the lighter against the side table. âAnd because it was given to you through your motherâs blood, itâs a part of your DNA.â
The right answer to my question was âIâve told liesâ. It flashed in his mind before I could even get the chance to attempt to block it.
âCan you hand me my⊠necklace of maple?â I point to it, closing my eyes before I hear his worry blaze through my skull. Having this power is a curse, because you canât even cover your ears to block it out. The unlit candle and itâs lighter, he passes it over.
I fidget with the lighter, holding the candle upright as he reaches for the necklace on the table. He puts it around my neck, as I light the candle shakily.
I whisper a soft, âAlrightâ before I let the glass go, setting it against the table.
âYou okay now?â He backs away, tilting his head. âUsually you donât need it unless youâre in big crowdsâŠâ
âYeah, fine,â I say softly. âSometimes when you stare at me⊠Your thoughts get loud.â
He gulps, dropping his gaze to my hands. But then, he turns his head away, closing his eyes, âSorryâŠâ