Buried on Sunday

She stopped giving him an angry look before pouring more coffee into a guest's mug. “ I've tried, believe me but I can't explain it -- everything goes black in my mind and I've lost time.”

ʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ ᴀɴʏ ᴅɪsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ between them, slipping his hands around her waist tenderly. “ I'd take you everywhere with me and show you things not yet seen, or underappreciated. I'd worship at your feet and happily spend my eternity on our conversations and battling you every moment on the good vs. evils about being a vampire. You'd try to convert me, I'd politely decline with a few deadly feedings. We'd drink endless booze and blood all while I fuck you senseless up and down this small quaint town.”

Violet badly wanted to make peace with her mother dying. She turned away quickly from Fox's voice so he wouldn't see anything. There was the pain of grief, ripping its way through her fierce denial. Fox was knocked back a bit by her magic, it wasn't intentional whatsoever and she shot up putting some distance between them. Whatever it was in her was getting stronger, she felt dizzy and short of breath. “ I'm s-sorry -- I'm sorry. -- You see? It's too late Fox -- I have to do it. It will be better. I can make everything better... my Mom will come back and everything will be better... ”

 “ I don't know, half of me would love to do it again and the other half of me is revolted.” It was her soul splitting, the darker the magic the less of a conscious she would have. All her magic mingled with denial, fought to escape at her dear friend. Every part tensed in a breakneck speed as she repressed the force into small organized cuts on her upper thighs. “  -- there's always a way to fix it. That's why I'm a witch -- I have to fix things or else what's the point? ” She retorted breaking out in tears. 

“ For starters you're obnoxiously blocking the whole walkway. ” She huffed quietly, attempting to go around him again.