Chapter 9: Field of Blue
āThey were together... Iāve never seen a monster in love beforeā¦ itās about as horrific as you can imagine,ā I let out a sour chuckle and absent-mindedly look up at him. Itās a mistake.
Thatās one mean face card.
I take a hot minute to get a look at his features in the moonlight through the last couple tears that insist on being shed. Iāll definitely have to draw him when I write about this in my journal later. Itās that little thought that makes me realizeā¦
Wait. Holy shit Iām still on him!
I immediately roll off his firm body into the soft grass. The backs of my hands wipe my puffy eyes as I come to my senses. I can feel him still looking at me, but Iām too chicken to look back up at him. Instead, I choose to keep my eyes on the stars, mostly in an effort to remind myself how they comfort me too.
And they do, as does this place. I can feel the magic here. It helps to see the surrounding blue aura I canāt be sure belongs entirely to me. The silence is nice while I allow it to last, but I demand to be heard.
To my dismay, my breath still shakes, āLook Deanā¦ Iām not going to be trusting you again any time soonā¦ and even after everythingā¦ I canāt believe it butā¦ I canāt bring myself to fully hate you. Given that and some timeā¦ I just want us to get along because Ava really likes Sam.ā
I prop myself up on my elbow to find him stony, no, downright statuesque in this gorgeous field now filled with more tire marks. The majority of that aura is definitely from him. Blue, like the bonnets but the color is more muddiedā¦
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