Indigo gulps as he enters the Academy and tries to keep a neutral stance. Even if it isn’t under the circumstances he’d expected, he cannot deny a very, very tiny and inconspicuous piece of this journey is quite similar to his childhood dream—eerily so.
They say that all Fendriaks worthy of power have a soul, an invisible force filled with memories and gifts that travel from one vessel to the next—but my soul has a twisted sense of humor,
I groan. A weight on my shoulder that wasn’t there before makes itself known. Someone shakes me awake.
I can’t do this. I need to focus on the road before us. But the partially chipped and broken signs on the sidewalks turn into blurred shapes and lines.
The streetlights blink. They remind me of a pattern—my father’s dying breaths. I should kill this habit of getting intoxicated whenever things don’t go my way, but it’s painful when I’m not hurting. I need a distraction, a reason to forget this place. My life.
Nora, you are terrified—you told Alexander you’re late, however, that’s a lie. In reality, you arrived at the cafe you both agreed on meeting at, hours before him.
Dearest friend, In the end, I did not have enough time to write to you about last weekend back at mine and David’s apartment—however, Nora is running late. I’m currently waiting for her inside our designated café, and I figured now would be as good of a time as ever, to tell you about Saturday afternoon.
HELLO! We’re back in our apartment, I still need to go return the car I rented for the weekend in like thirty minutes lol but for now I’m taking a driving break and finishing up what I wanted to write about last time!
Nora, today’s the day that
Nora, you were wrong. Alex