WeepingWisteria

Nahi shrugged. “I… I have dreams from my mother. That I’m a chosen one.” They took a step back. “Laugh if you want, I’ve heard it all before. Yes, I ...

Nahi shrugged and kicked at the ground. “Not… the ones I get.”

Cyra took a deep breath. “I have no idea what the hell you’re talking about. But look, I have the blood of magma and a diet of solely mineral water. ...

Nahi shrugged. “I told some people about them and now they think I’m delusional.”

“My skin keeps most of the heat in. And what the hell do you mean by fuel source? Like, water?”

Nahi crossed their arms. They didn’t want to see the look on Shara’s face when she started think they were crazy too. It was always a painful transition. Would Shara ...

Cyra watched the scientist, daring him to have a witty response to that. She bet he had none. Checkmate.

Nahi frowned. Shara was actually… pretty easy to talk to when she wasn’t flirting, as wrong as that statement was. “It’s not that I’m uncomfortable with you. It’s that…” They ...

“You’re wondering what kind of blood I have? I’ll let you in on a little secret.” He snorted. “It’s fucking magma.”

Nahi sighed. “Look. You just met me. You don’t know anything about me. It’s best that you hope that you’re not my roommate and you don’t associate with me.”

“Is that acid?” Cyra snorted. “It won’t work. Besides, you don’t want it to work.”

“Well, they’re honest about why.” They shrugged. “They think I’m a freak.”

Nahi shrugged. “Read the posts. You’ll see.”

Calida huffed. “It doesn’t make it yours!”

“Then you don’t know me.” Nahi cringed. “Or the Instagram dedicated to… mocking me.”