Zakary was certain that with every day that passed he was becoming the version of himself that he might’ve wanted to be when he was little. Not that much of anything worker out: he had no coven, still an intern and thus barely on the payroll, living as small as possible, and knew he had so much untapped potential with the magic form that had rested below his skin all those years, used only by the Spirit. But while his hair was growing far too long, covens constantly turned him down, and he was no closer to figuring out how to use his skills, he was free.
And freedom made him capable of wanting more. For the first time, he had begun to look more hopeful about his future. Even if those hopes came with unrealistic ideas.
It was why his heart was hammering in his chest when Laura had called him. Like it always did, no matter the circumstances. The very thought of her could overshadow his darkest thoughts, and now it merely made the bleeding organ in his heart overtake his whole being. More than a year had gone past since they had shared a kiss, but his crush on her was untouched by time.
“Hey,” he said, when she opened the door. He had brought some food, vegan indian curry that he rarely treated himself too because it was too expensive. But this was Laura. He looked at her and hope surged through him.
Laura had paused briefly, her head against the door, to take in the scene. Zak holding comfort food, framed by the doorway and the background scenery of cinnamon dusted and copper gilded leaves. He was too good to her, she thought decidedly. Even when her own attitude towards him had wavered.
He looked.. well. Far more nourished than a couple months back. Where had once stood a ghost of her friend, now stood a revived version. One that filled out his clothes as opposed to having them hang loosely on him, one that looked like he was.. thriving. Any signs of tiredness didn’t seem supernatural, just like every other person who didn’t have the luxury of hitting the snooze button more than once.---- Those simple signs of normalcy made her go in for a hug- though she was aware nothing about anyone in this town had been exactly normal.
“You didn’t need to bring food,” she protested softly as she backed out of the hug, gesturing for him to enter. “I should be treating you,” Laura didn’t want him spending his money on her. She was the one that needed to make up for being a less than commendable friend. Characteristically, she’d been selfishly consumed by all that was going wrong with her own life. Taking the time to check up on those she considered the closest seemed to be impossible.
“I heard a congratulations is in order” Because like every one else, Zakary’s life wasn’t at a standstill. It seemed as though Laura’s life had been paralyzed by all her misfortunes. What made it even worse was that she had to watch everyone else around her come into their own- Leon as a dad, Zak as he pursued his dreamed. All while she remained floundering.
Despite her genuine well wishes, there was a slight currant of envy that ran through her. An envy that made her feel so uncomfortable with herself, a chill wracked her body- physically rejecting the ill thoughts that had accompanied her more acceptable ones.
“Working for a newspaper, Zak, that’s amazing! You have to tell me all about it”
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