Broken (The Immortal Coven Book 1)

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sniffing her nose.
     
    “No, I just can’t imagine having feelings for someone and them not knowing about it. Life is too short. Who knows, what if they die and you never get the chance to tell them how you feel. The moments and emotions are wasted and there is nothing to show for it. Not even a memory.”
     
    Mrs. Hernon walked up to us and stood between our two computer screens.
     
    “For as little as the two of you are typing compared to the conversation I hear being mumbled over here, I will be surprised you get the assignment completed in time.”
     
    Sheepishly, we apologized and went back to working on our individual assignments. Every now and again I would catch her glancing at me.
     
    She stopped crying, which really was the point of the advice I had dished out.
     
    Tears have a purpose, but I’ve never fully understood how crying makes pain lift easy from our being. It’s as if each tear contains an ounce of emotions that is being expelled from us when we are distressed.
     
    Who knows, maybe I can’t understand tears, a normal human function because of what I’ve been through.
     
    We managed to finish Hernon’s assignment to a presentable state.
     
    “Thank you for what you said earlier, Celia.”
     
    “No thanks necessary. I really should stop putting my two cents in these things anyway. It’s your life you should be doing what you want to do no matter what anyone says.”
     
    “Yes, you’re right, but I would still be crying had you not shown me reason.”
     
    Of course, I wouldn’t think of meddling as a good thing. So many times I’d been told to mind my own business by so called friends.
     
    Turning the corner out of the classroom, I took a double take towards a figure at the end of the hallway. It looked like Dmitri lurking by the doorway. Dmitri who had been absent from school since he’d walked me home, since I realized my mother had been a witch.
     
    “I will see you later.” I told Carla, waving as I merely walked away.
     
    Reaching the glass doors at the end of the hall, I confirmed that the figure was indeed Dmitri’s.
     
    “Hi stranger.” My tone more annoyed than I wanted to admit.
     
    “I figured we could walk to P.E. together.”
     
    “Well that is very gallant of you, but won’t your boys have something to say about that?”
     
    “I could care less what anyone says about me.” And there it was again, the other worldly sound about him, making him seem ancient regardless of what his physical qualities deem real.
     
    Taking lead, I started the path to the other side of campus. “So where have you been, I haven’t seen you around?”
     
    “I caught something. Why, did you miss me?” the amusement spread across his face, and completely did the usual 180.
     
    Without thinking, my mouth started moving, not giving my mind enough time to catch up, “I did not miss you, I just wondered if my nonsense from the other day made you uncomfortable.”
     
    “Funny.” He blurted out, his face fixed forward.
     
    “Excuse me?” I said, my feet suddenly becoming very heavy. I stopped walking and took in his tall lean figure go a few feet ahead of me.
     
    When he realized I had stopped walking, he turned around and shook his head. “Nothing you could say or do could possibly make me uncomfortable, Celia. Believe me when I say, I’ve seen some pretty unbelievable things.”
     
    There he went again, sounding incredibly ancient.
     
    “Why do you do that?” I asked softly.
     
    “What do you mean?”
     
    “I mean,” starting as I closed the distance between us, “that every time you speak to me, your demeanor changes as if you’re a character from a far off land.”
     
    “And every time you speak to me, I want nothing more than to kiss you. It seems we are both challenged to understanding something new and confusing.” His face hovered over mine. Close enough, that if he truly wanted, he could make true his words.
     
    “Yes, well, we can’t always

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