#armstrongcursed

Charles: Yes yes yes yes YES! Charles!

Charles tried to silently cheer in his room after scoring the moment of a life time. While on the other side of the wall Roxanne had other thoughts.

Roxanne: He looked pretty happy. But nothing good will come from us being friends. I can’t get too close to him even though I feel that I want to. But why?

Roxanne pulled out her phone and dialed for Gabriel.

Gabriel: Then come home with me... (moan) Roxanna.

Roxanne: I want to but I can’t.

Gabriel: Why not? Hmm?

Roxanne: I have to go home to Charlie.

Roxanne quickly came to her senses when she realized what she had just said, and corrected herself.

Roxanne: Charles...

Gabriel: Roxanna?

Gabriel looked at her saddened because their moment had come and gone so fast once Charles was mentioned.

Roxanne: I-I have to go.

Roxanne pushed herself away from Gabriel’s embrace and made way to the bike.

Dawn had come and Charles could finally enter the house and somewhat change back in peace. Even though he had gone through this plenty of times, the pain was still unbearable. He groaned in pain, trying to keep as quiet as possible.

Charles: I can’t take this.

Charles exhausted from a whole night without rest collapsed to the ground. Making more noise than he anticipated. It woke Roxanne.

She crept out of bed and knocked on Charles door a few times before entering. She wasn’t much of a caring type but to find him out cold on the ground was shocking. She changed his clothes and put him in bed.

Roxanne: Hopefully you won’t remember how you got here.

Roxanne turned around grasping at her chest as she blushed. 

Charles: She’s just standing there reading that book. I don’t understand.

Charles: Witches are supposed to have their own book of spells. I’m sure they should even have a secret lair. But she’s out here in public. Anybody could have access to these tools. I could understand just dropping by to purchase some things.

The following night Roxanne slipped away to her underground hideout. This was where generations of her families witchcraft was held. The last place where she could somewhat be herself and feel connected to her family. But this place couldn’t ease her mind. She was tense, and unsure of what to do. There was only one person that could help. She pulled out her phone and it proceeded to ring.

???: Roxanne...

Roxanne was nervous and kept silent.

???: Hello?

Roxanne: Yes! I’m sorry hi. I was calling because I need to discuss something with you.

???: Okay... shoot.

Roxanne: In person.

???: Okay well you know where I am. Meet me? Tonight?

Roxanne: Yup, I’ll see you in a few. Bye!

Charles: I’m not like my fathers. I’m not strong enough. Handsome enough.

Charles: I’ll die alone... Probably better that way.

Charles: Let this curse die with me.

Charles: Hmm, an elixir shop? I’d better wait for this rain to clear before I go any further.

The rain finally clears and Charles approaches the shop and peers through the window.

Charles: Why on earth would she come to a place like this? Unless...

Charles: She’s a witch. Right, only witches and witch enthusiasts come to establishments like this.

Charles: That could explain everything about her-but it can’t be this easy! This is Moonlight Falls! Everybody here has something strange about them. I can’t just accept... wait where’d she go?

Charles circles around the building to see if he can find Roxanne inside.

Even though Charles wishes to keep his secret from Roxanne he goes back to her job. He couldn’t fight the urge to see her. To make sure she is safe. He stands across the street until she comes out.

Charles: No, I hope she didn’t see me.

Roxanne rubs her eyes, bewildered. She stares into the dark woods.

Roxanne: I swear... I saw something.