I sit next to my girlfriend, Lydia,
and try to not hit her elaborate jewelry. She wonders why I don't hug her
anymore. But her father gave her iron jewelry for her birthday and she wears it
all the time.
Why didn't her father just tell her
I'm a Fae? She'd probably break up with me then anyway. If he knows, then why
the elaborate games trying to keep me away from her?
Just last week he gave her a perfume
made from cherry blossoms and a hint of ghost grass from the opposite side of
my homeland. I convinced her that I was allergic to one of the other
ingredients, and she agreed to not wear it around me. Good thing too, or I
might have suffocated.
I love her, but I've had to keep
being a Fae a secret, as this other world doesn't accept us. If only her father
wasn't a magic hunter, she might have not gained his prejudices and came with
me to my homeland. She could have learned how to be a magic user, and we could
have been happy, but I can no longer think of any way to convince her otherwise
of the Fae. But maybe...
I turn towards her.
"Lydia?"
She doesn't glance away from the
T.V. "What, Mason?"
I take a deep breath. "What
would you do if I told you I was a Fae?"
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