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Thank you so much! I have to admit though, I donāt really post on this page anymore and Iām afraid I donāt write many fics. Still, Iām so overjoyed that youāre enjoying it and would go out of your way to message me to compliment Fly Away. Honestly, it is the story that made me a stronger writer, and the fact people are still enjoying it makes me crazy happy. I donāt believe I posted the last of it on my Tumblr, so if there is any point where my chapters just stop this link hereĀ will take you to the last of it!
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hi there! iām sorry for such a late response but I just came back onto this particular blog to check out whatās been happening and saw your message! First and foremost, thank you so much. It means so much to me that you like Fly Away. Unfortunately, I have to admit I am no longer writing fanfic in order to focus on my original works which Iām hoping to publish soon :)
Still, I want to say again that it literally makes me so, so, so happy that you enjoyed it. Fly Away came to me during my freshman year of high school and honestly helped me get through a lot. It was my baby for an entire year and Iām glad that even now people like you are still enjoying and seeing it!
I totally understand if this is a sort of disappointing message, but I really wanted to give you my heartfelt response. Despite not writing fanfic anymore, I had finished the rest of the story and it is posted on my AO3, which is linked here.
Thank you for sending such a kind message, and Iām sorry if I had let you down in any way. I hope you have an amazing day! <3
And then I realized itās you. Itās always been you.Ā
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Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā without. Thatās you.Ā
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I like to think of myself as an eloquent sorceress. One that is certainly on the dramatic side, but eloquent and graceful nonetheless.
This may be the clumsiest, most inept thing I have ever done.
It will definitely annoy Dormammu though.
āCome out ass hat!ā I scream as I clench my fist and mimick pulling something down. Behind me, a skyscraper follows my movement and comes crashing down. I listen to the boom of stone and metal crashing and bending. The dust bursts behind my back but I donāt pay any mind to it. I have more important things to think of.
My mom meant it when she said I was on my own after she left. Handling my dad was easy, but Dormammu is a whole other issue. One that required relentless planning. Now I know exactly what I need to do to win against him. Tony would think itās a horrible idea. Stephen might kill me for it if it didnāt kill me. Peter would probably faint from the first sentence. Itās the only way to win though. Thereās no other option.
āLetās go Dorma-bitch!ā I pull down another building. This one smashes against the building that he usually sits on. āI have a complaint to make.ā
Iām starting to get worried. If he doesnāt come this will all have been for naught. He has to come if the spell is going to work. The spell Strange made.
āY/N.ā I twirl around. Cold wind bludgeons my face but I maintain my composure as I stare into Dormammuās neon purple eyes. āSurely you couldāve thought of a more creative insult than, Dorma-bitch. ā
I shrug. āHad you waited to show up a couple more minutes I mightāve come up with something.ā He offers me what seems like a smile, though itās hard to see with his face rippling. āIām here to make a bargain.ā
Warnings: Abuse mentions, coma, severe injury, minor gore, near death, nightmares
Word Count: 4.5K
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
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(OH! and a lot of old dialogue/lines were brought back in this chapter. (; )
She suffered from severe laceration all over her body, the majority on her back, eight broken ribs, a broken collarbone, a dislocated shoulder, a concussion, a puncture wound just below her right hip, a deep stab wound that caused internal bleeding, a collapsed lung, and a bruising along her spine.
The woman pauses. I donāt know who she is, but Stephen keeps calling her Christine. She sounds like a doctor from the way she speaks. If I astral projected I could see if I was right. I donāt want to use magic right now. All I want to do is sleep.
Our scans havenāt shown any serious or long-lasting damage to her brain but we wonāt know for sure until she wakes up. She taps her foot on the floor, considering what to say next. Stephen, can I speak to you alone? Ā I hadnāt known there was anyone else here with us. The other person doesnāt speak, doesnāt grunt or disagree. Whoever it is just stands and leaves.
Once theyāre gone and the door shuts the woman begins speaking again.
I understand that magic and spell-casting is your line of work Stephen ā
The mystical arts.
I scoff to myself.
ābut youāre bringing kids into it now? Sheās sixteen!
Iām not the one who brought her into it in the first place, Christine! Stephen yells back. I pray no one hears them. It was her piece of shit father who forced her to do this when she was a toddler. I only wanted to protect her and Iā¦
His voice trails off, but I know what he was going to say next. I failed. That was going to be the next word. Failed. After that summary of my injuries, I might be tempted to believe it.
Iām sorry Stephen. I didnātā
Itās okay, he reassures her . I justāI wanted to keep her safe even when I didnāt actually care. When I found her she was a nuisance but she was my responsibility. Now sheās still my responsibility and sheās definitely still a nuisance, I chuckle in response, but sheās special. Now when I actually do care and sheās hurt IāI feel likeā¦
I feel the faintest sensation of a rough, scarred hand covering my own. The energy around it is pained⦠sad. I frown and try to grab it back. No matter how much I will it though my fingers refuse to move.
Like my heart has been ripped out of my chest.
Sheāll be okay Stephen, Christine reassures him. Sheās going to wake up.
Thereās silence. I will my mouth to move while there is a chance for me to be heard, but my lips stay locked together, unable to open.
She wonāt forgive me though, he tells her. I tried to save her. I sacrificed myself so she could get out, and yet she still ended up hurt. Her body will heal, but what about her mind? Y/Nās father had already hurt her so much. What will this do to her?
If sheās anything like you, she touches my other hand, then the pain will allow her the opportunity to grow.
Stephen doesnāt reply to Christineās encouragement. Instead, his other hand wraps around mine. Christineās fingers pull away from me and I listen as she crosses the hospital room, stopping at the doorway.
Donāt stay too long, okay Stephen?
He says nothing. The door shuts with a soft thud, leaving the two of us alone.
I think I hear him sob.
Stephen had left a long time ago. At least it felt like it did. He left and the other person who was here with me never came back. By the lack of noise, I assume it must be night time. Just like when I came back home.
Being in this state, a coma they said, it feels like Iām sitting outside my own mind, blind and only able to hear. I know Iām still apart of my body, but it just doesnāt feel like it. It feels like Iām floating. Like Iām rising higher and higher without any fear of the consequences. I canāt seem to remember what itās like to be one with myself.
At least I can sleep.
Iām falling.
The sun hangs above me, calling for me to come back. I donāt reach out though. My arms stay locked to my side and I keep falling.
I wonder when Iām going to hit the ground. Each sound makes me flinch, but the impact never comes. Soon enough Iām more annoyed by the dream than frightened. Iām falling. The sun is shouting. I never meet the earth below.
I feel my hair around my face, resisting gravity and pulling upward. My dress does the same. Itās the same dress I wore during the press conference.
I had done things, said things, that I wasnāt proud of. Even. Now Iām working to accept that some of what I did wasnāt my fault.
My fatherās face flashes in front of my face.
Whatever you do, it will be influenced by me, by the experiences youāve had because of me.
āStop it,ā I beg softly.
Youāll never escape my hold. Iāll always be a nagging voice in your head, one that you will listen to.
āPleaseā¦ā
Iāll always be a part of you, Y/N.
āStop it!ā I reassert. Heās still there.
You canāt kill me in any way that matters.
āSTOP!ā
I find myself staring in the mirror sometimes and listing off all of the things I hate about myself until Iām saying things that arenāt even real or just flat out donāt fucking matter at the end of the day.
Iām falling.
My arms feel a little looser, but I still canāt reach out for the sun. The ground does not come to claim me.
Iāve never done this. Goodbyes I mean. I never had the chance to. My mother died before hello, my father disappeared without leaving so much as a note, and people have left my life before I could even find a way to care enough to say goodbye.
I want to stop falling.
Itās you guys or me. My magic or the end I fear more than anything else. Your end. The end of everyone I love.
I just want to sleep.
This is the story of how I come to the end of myself.
Let me touch the sun.
Thank you for loving me in all the ways I never thought a person could and then loving me more. I may have found my end, but thank you for making it a good one.
The sun.
This was the story of how I came to the end of myself. I am the Icarus⦠And I have loved the sun far too deeply not to burn for it.
I only want to touch the sun.
But Iām falling.
It enhances her in ways she doesnāt even understand yet.
Green flashes in front of my eyes, tinting the gold sun.
Iām saying Y/N would be our only hope.
I can move my hands.
It has always been a part of her and we have absolutely no right to remove it from her without her wanting it too.
Feeling returns to my forearms.
Your magic which enhanced the time stone.
I roll my shoulders.
Your magic was a gift from destiny itself and by fusing the time stone with it you were able to gain full access to its powers.
I reach towards the sun.
Your magic is your soul, and as long as youāre alive your soul will want to come home.
And I finally meet the ground.
I donāt want to sleep anymore.
Thereās the sudden rustling of plastic as someone enters my room. The monitor next to me beeps consistently.
Like always, Iām sitting in the passenger seat of my own body. No one except for Christine has been coming in lately. She talks to me like Iām going to miraculously open my mouth and reply. She tells me the time, luckily, as well as the weather, the news. She even tells me who is coming in to see me. Thatās how I know itās Tony who walks through the door.
I listen as he walks to my bedside and places something down. He paces the perimeter of my room for a moment before finally settling in the creeky chair designated for me. Maybe they think it will wake me up sooner.
I brought you flowers, he tells me. A sort of weird tradition to me since they die so quickly. Little ironic for a hospital. Not that Iām saying youāre going to die. Youāre too stubborn for that. He speaks like heās distracted, but I guess he usually is. His fingers tap against a machine by my head.
You know, Iām sort of hoping you canāt hear any of this, Tony says. Rhodey says he didnāt hear my whole coma speech while he was out and neither did Happy. Knowing you, you probably will remember this for some reason.
Thereās a lull as though heās finally taking a moment to take in my appearance. The chair creaks.
Why?
I roll my eyes. āIām pretty sure you guys already had this discussion.ā
I get why you saved us and the Earth because of the whole hero thing. That I can understand. But why did you trust us, Y/N?
Oh.
You had no reason to, he continues. Youāre father⦠he practically tortured you. You were abused mentally, verbally and physically. You were abandoned and used over and over again. He came back only to taunt you. There was no reason for you to trust any of us. After what happened to you people might say it was dumb of you to trust us. Yet you did.
I smile. āYet I did,ā I reply.
We didnāt do much to deserve it.
āNeither did I.ā
We kidnapped you from school, tossed you in Bruceās lab and let Strange deal with you.
I laugh.
What Iām trying to say is sorry.
āDonāt.ā
Iām sorry for dragging you into this.
āStop it, Tony.ā
Maybe if we just let you live your life you wouldnāt be here in need of a coma monologue.
āYouāre right.ā I wish he could hear me. āI mightāve ended up somewhere worse.ā
Iām also saying thank you, Y/N, Tony says. I know you were never one for trust. Trusting adults at least. Why should you have been though? What with your father. But I want you to know that I have never felt so much genuine pleasure as I did when I realized you trusted me. You had no reason to. I pulled you from the life you knew, I forced that stupid fucking bracelet on you, I forced you into being an Avenger, but you trusted me. So wake up. Someday just wake up so I can yell at you for drinking too much coffee and tease you for kissing Peter. Just wake up, and I promise I will show you I am worth trusting.
The chair creaks again, telling me he got up. I have a press conference today. Since you messed with time we went back to a couple of days after your interview and everyone is making me handle the news. I listen as he walks back towards the door, stops, walks back towards me and ruffles my hair.
āReally?ā I chide angrily.
Have fun in your coma, Y/N. He opens the door to leave again. Iāll see you later.
Iām falling.
The part where I hit the ground is coming up.
I reach for the sky, but this time I land on something cold. Itās freezing in fact. Tilting my head to the side, I look to see where I am. Below me is a rippling black mass. I jolt and try to push myself, but the tar of Dormammuās hand is holding me down. All I can do is stare up and into his neon purple eyes.
But theyāre not purple.
Theyāre the color of my fatherās.
His gaze is sharp and unyielding. He glares down at me like Iām a worthless ant that happened below his foot.
When will you realize this single lesson Y/N? You are not the hero of this story. You are the Icarus. You yearned for the light and warmth the sun provided you with after never having seen it. Y/N, you were destined to fall at some point. We all are. This hope you harbor within yourself was just the catalyst to your own destruction.
I sob weakly as the darkness begins to pull me in. āJust let me touch the sun.ā
Youāre worthless, he tells me.
āThe sun.ā
You were born worthless, the tar wraps over my mouth and Iām suddenly tugged under, and you will die worthless.
Hey Blue. His voice pulls me out of the darkness.
Peter.
Sorry for not staying long yesterday, he says. So he was the other person in my room. After your doctor asked me to leave I went to go check on everyone. Then I wanted to swing around the city.
āYou were distracting yourself,ā I reply, even though he canāt hear me. Even though I canāt open my mouth.
I may have been trying to distract myself.
I laugh.
You know when you left me at Kamar-taj, guilt shoots through me, I thought you were gonna come back a lot quicker. I thought I was gonna open my eyes and boom, youād be standing in front of me looking victorious. Like youād just conquered the world. Like you had just saved the world.
The chair creaks. I hear something sounding like a backpack full of books hit the floor.
Cause that's what you did. You saved us all. You killed Dormammu. You turned back time, he exclaims. You were the heroā¦
But you don't look like you've won, he whispers. You āyouā
Something sounding like choking comes from where Peter is sitting.
You just look hurt, Y/N. His hand finds mine. I just want to hold it back. I just want to hold his hand. You're so pale and there are so many cuts. How did you get so many cuts?
āIt's okay Peter.ā
I feel so helpless, Y/N, he confesses. There's nothing I can do to help you and I'm supposed to be Spider-Man. I'm supposed to save people, so why couldn't I save you?
āI had to save myself, Peter.ā He squeezes my hand hard. I hold back my wince āI had to be my own hero in this story.ā
I donāt want to tell you to wake up, he says. You deserve to sleep, Y/N. After all youāve been through. You deserve the chance to really rest for once. You have suffered more than I can ever comprehend. All youāve been through, all youāve done is a testament to how strong you had to be. For once you donāt have to be strong anymore. You can sleep.
If you are somehow awake in there though, he continues, then I want to say this at least. The day you left, you told me you loved me. I never said it back. I feel a familiar pair of lips on my own. Theyāre so soft. Softer than the day I left. I want to kiss him back but I stay locked to the bed, unmoving, unresponsive. He stays close even when we break apart so I can feel his breath on my skin.
I love you, Y/N L/N, he proclaims. Youāre my hero and I love you for that and so much more.
Beeping suddenly fills the room, though itās not from the monitor. Peterās presence over me disappears and Iām left cold on the hospital bed.
I have to go now, he informs me, but I want you to know you can stay asleep for as long as you need to Y/N. You deserve to sleep. You deserve the damn universe, but if all you want is to sleep then you sleep. Just remember that whenever you wake up Iāll be around. You could sleep a thousand years and I would find a way to be with you when you wake up. Maybe try to aim for the tomorrow though.
Then Peterās gone
And Iām falling again.
Every time I have this dream or see these visions thereās always something different. Every time something changes.
This time Iām not falling.
Iām running.
Iām running on air. Running straight down towards the ground. Oblivion. I canāt help but wonder what happens when I meet the ground. I hear the feral sound of Dormammu above me, his hand chasing me down. The planets are falling in on Earth, destroying everything.
I keep running.
People have been coming in the past couple of days. My friends, the Avengers. At least I think they have been. They werenāt loud enough and their presence didnāt make the dream end. Now I canāt stop running. The dream wonāt end because I canāt reach the ground and I certainly wonāt touch the sun. Dormammu might catch me first.
I remember the feeling of my ribs breaking. The memory makes me collapse. All the pain at that moment is surreal and the dream slows to match my new pace: a weak crawl.
Hey Y/N. Stephen.
āWake me up,ā I beg to him. He canāt hear me though. No one can. I am silent.
I always pitied people who would try talking to those they loved while they were in a coma, he tells me. The chair creaks. I keep crawling from death. It seemed so desperate to me. Last resort. Congratulations Y/N. Youāve managed to bring me to the last resort. I donāt know where to start thoughā¦
I feel my collarbone snap. The scream that tears itself out of my throat brings with it blood. Too much blood.
I used to have a sister you know? God, she was nearly as stubborn as you. Nearly. Sheās the reason I became a doctor. She did pass away though.
āStephen.ā I try to force my mouth to move. I try to force my fingers to flex or my eyes to flutter. My body remains paralyzed on the bed though.
I feel my dadās kick to my stomach.
My sister got sick, and she depended on me to save her, but I couldnāt. Youāre a lot like her. That same glow in your eyes, the same humor, the compassion, but there is the smallest difference in your persistence.
My fingers are beginning to bleed from clawing at the air. Every breath is like being stabbed. I feel the force of an explosion throw me onto the side, the fire singing my skin. I keep crawling. Dormammu lets out another monstrous scream.
My sister wouldnāt give up on me, Stephen continues. You, Y/N? You never ever give up on yourself. Youāre so strong.
āI donāt want to be strong anymore,ā I whimper.
There hasnāt been a day where the universe hasnāt wanted to run you six feet under. Every day there is a new struggle. Every day the same villains come back to haunt you. But youāre so damn stubborn. Even when you seem to be gone, even when you believe youāve given up on yourself, youāre still fighting. You refuse to lay down and beg for mercy. You want to have faith. You want to be the hero. You want to live.
My hands stop clawing at the air. I stop feeling pain. Dormammuās hand stops chasing me. The dream stops.
āI want to live.ā
Thatās whatās so special about you. Iāve never met someone who wants to live as much as you. Even when youāre walking towards death itself, I start moving towards the ground again, youāre clinging to life. Youāve always had your hands around it. In your sixteen years of life, youāve become the greatest treasure death can hope to possess. The pain in my chest fades away. You lay your life on the line, but you always hope for the great escape.
I can breathe again
Donāt stop being stubborn now.
I stand.
Donāt let death creep up on you. If you find that you canāt be stubborn anymore, let me be stubborn for you. Let me remind you that you are the most heroic, persistent, compassionate, and complex person Iāve had the pleasure of meeting.
I turn towards Dormammu.
Let me promise you that you wonāt be waking up for nothing.
I wait and listen.
Stark and I, we have an idea, Stephen tells me. I want to take you under my wing Y/N. I want you to be a real prodigy. My prodigy. I can take you to Kamar-taj and teach you everything I can.
I spread my arms out. Deep inside I can feel my magic humming in preparation.
With me becoming the Sorcerer Supreme, Wong suggested something to me. Itās only a suggestion. If youād accept, we- I would like you to be Guardian. Itās an old practice. The role hasnāt been used for hundreds of years, but I think you would be worth bringing it back for.
I smile up at Dormammu.
Then one day, you would take my place.
My feet disconnect from the air, and I fall backward.
I can hear the heart rate monitor. I can hear the shrill beep that announces Iām flatlining. I can hear Stephen shout my name, I can hear the doctors rush in but most of all I hear the wind. It bursts past my face, shooting through my hair and curling around my finger tips.
āRunning just seems to be all Iām good at.ā
The wind is magic. Itās my magic. Itās mine to bend and shape and enhance. The wind is mine to use. All I need is wings.
āHey, Y/N, you are an incredible person and I know that running away canāt be all-ā
āBut I am good at it. Thatās what youāre saying, right Vera? That hey, you can do magic and shit pretty well but yeah, you are pretty good at running.ā
The ground is coming closer. Stephen is still screaming at me to get up. I will. I will get up.
As he said, I want to live.
āI had the choice to run away right then and there. You knew I had my sling ring on me but I stayed.ā
āWhy?ā
āBecause I am so fucking sick of running.ā
Finally, I turn my head to the sky. I look past Dormammu, past the falling planets and I see the sun. I raise my hand towards it.
I had a moment to learn how to crawl...
A familiar weight collects on my back. One that Iāve missed dearly.
...A second to walk...
My magic hums excitedly in my fingers. Itās ready. Iām ready.
...A minute to begin running...
Itās time for me to stop running away from the sun. This entire time Iāve been falling away from it. All this time Iāve only been reaching for it as I let myself come closer and closer to the ground. Now I know what I need to do.
I unfurl my blue wings. The wind bends around them, pushing past the feathers and magic within them.
...All without fallingā¦
Everything is screaming around me. Dormammu, the planets, the heart monitor, Stephen, my magic, the wind. Everything is screaming except for me. I am the center of the hurricane.
...Before I forced myself to jumpā¦
I want to live.
...And fly away.
My wings snap against the wind, pulling away from the ground and towards the sky. Everything in between doesnāt matter. It is only the ground, the sun, and me. Everything else disintegrates. Dormammu, the planets, the scream. Itās just me flying towards the sun, basking in the warmth it is offering.
I pound my wings harder and harder, the exhilaration of finally feeling it on my fingers motivating me to go higher faster. It is so close. Close enough for me to feel it in my heart, filling my veins. The sun is home. It is what I fell for and it is what I will rise for.
This is the story of how I only came to the beginning of myself.
I am the Icarusā¦
And I have loved the sun far too deeply not to fly for it.
āY/N!ā That is the very first thing I hear as Iām waking up. Then a beep. Just one for a moment. Then another and another until the noise has turned consistent.
My fingers clench around the covers, squeezing the blankets.
I can move.
I sigh, more thankful than Iāve ever been and start opening my eyes.
At first, it is only light. Bright white light that makes me wince and turn my head away. Thereās something on my face, around my nose and mouth. I donāt pay much attention to it for now. Iām too focused on feeling. Something in my chest aches horribly. Like someone lit it on fire for the past minute just to see what would happen. The rest of my body hurts, but not in that way. Everything else feels much number. The pain in my stomach, my collar bone, my head. It all just pulses faintly. A small reminder of all thatās happened.
Then thereās a hand on my own, scarred and ruined and familiar. I try to smile despite the stinging in my face where I mustāve gotten cut by debris. It hurts but I think I succeed in making the corners of my lips turn upwards.
āY/N?ā Stephen asks this time as though he needs to check that I am, in fact, alive. I turn my hand over and squeeze his fingers.
Opening my eyes again I look up. The light is still there but it isnāt as bright as before. I can finally see that the thing on my face is a resuscitation mask and the burning sensation was from the defibrillator on the metal table.
I look at Stephen last. Heās staring at me, just staring. It looks like heās watching a ghost.
Fearfully, I look down at my hands to make sure Iām actually connected to my body and not floating around in my astral form.
When Iām positive that Iām really here I reach up with my free hand to pull off the mask. Stephen sees what I intend to do before I do it. He pulls it off for me instead and places it on the metal table.
I blink my eyes hard to try and get rid of the blurriness that almost feels stiff. Nothing feels right. Everything is just a little warped. Not much but enough for me to notice. My eyes feel useless.
āHey, itās okay,ā Stephen reassures, capturing my attention again. āItās going to take a bit before you get your bearings. Just stay calm.ā
I nod, my head feeling like a ton of bricks. I try to come up with something to say. Something that might relieve the tension. There are still doctors standing around, making sure I donāt die again.
āWell,ā I croak, my voice rough from not being used for so long, āthat was horrible.ā
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āHow can I survive this without my magic, Heather?ā I wonder, already sensing that the vortex is trying to suck me up again. Weāve been walking for a long time, though I have no idea how long. Time is non-existent here and the miles we walk become the ones in front of us. Everything here is simply infinite. Well⦠as simple as infinity can get.
Heather smiles softly, as always, knowing something I donāt. āItās your magic, Y/N.ā
āNo, itās not,ā I whisper, despair settling in like a cruel disease. āI gave it to Dormammu. Iām not a sorceress anymore. Iām not the Bluebird.ā
āGlindaā¦ā Heather murmurs sweetly, using the ancient nickname before grabbing my hand and holding against her chest. āYour magic is your soul, and as long as youāre alive your soul will want to come home.ā She turns away from me, looking into the white abyss. I follow her eyes and immediately shrink backward. A swirling, opalescent hurricane has opened up overhead. Fearing the worst, I look at my free hand. My suspicions are confirmed where I see my fingers fading into dust before being sucked into the vortex.
āHeather-ā I have to measure the questions I could ask in a split second. āWhatās happening?ā I finally murmur in a desperate voice.
āThat doesnāt matter right now,ā she asserts. āWhat does is that you escape. You can only do it with magic.ā
āWhich I donāt have,ā I remind her, growing slightly impatient. Suddenly a look spreads over her face. The look. The look sheād give me everything time she came up with a horrible idea, and I already know what her idea is. āNo,ā I growl, indignant even when Iām running out of time. āThere is no way Iām doing that Heather.ā
āWhy not?ā I roll my eyes and spare the hurricane another frightened glace.
āBecause he wonāt just give up his magic to me, and I obviously canāt take it.ā I hold up my hands frustratedly, showing her that I donāt have the magic to pull my fatherās away from him. āI have nothing, and it wouldnāt even be enough to get me out of the hell hole heās going to throw me in!ā I feel guilty for being angry towards Heather after so many years of not seeing her- of believing she was dead. After everything though, after being tortured and haunted and taken advantage of itās so easy to be angry. Even with Heather.
Despite my outburst, her eyes remain patient though. Her loving purple eyes. āThen fight,ā she whispers, and I finally catch a glimpse of something unusual in her eyes. Guilt. Like sheās in on some sort of universal secret I donāt know about. I open my mouth to say something back, but instead, Iām only left with her voice murmuring ideas straight to my mind.