"Are you sure this is going to work?"227Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8vktvjveY6
"No"227Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrHsKgQPOMx
"Wonderful." Opening the door, the two teens-really kids, both barely fourteen-stepped inside. "Just putting my faith into an old haunted house and a few fancy candles."227Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaOrArbaNib
"It's more than that." They stepped into the foyer of a house that hasn't been renovated in, seventy years? Sixty maybe? The newspapers about the murders here were always cryptic and brief. The two didn't know how long its been since a family lived here. Clearly people have, the trash in the corners and graffiti on the walls said so.227Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFqzKCTuPlU
"Is it really?" The other retorted, "You have so much hope in this-"227Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzqluuogGBy
"And you have none"227Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmCNAFFU7yC
"Because a little crystal isn't going to solve this"227Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6PA1BkeZz2
Before either spoke again, the two started walking towards the graffiti-infested kitchen, "It doesn't look like your precious science worked on this one" The kitchen was littered with trash and some crude anatomy parts drawn onto the walls. 227Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0bquAxdfUv
"This house was once beautiful. I wish it was still" One looked through the trash and debris, their deep blue eyes melting into the dirty marine wallpaper behind them.227Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1lWwYmAA57
"No need to look at beauty that once was, poet" Then walked through the kitchen to find a small closet with a rickety old staircase of rotting wood greeting them.227Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡslO38RowCx
"Why would i do that when i can look at beauty that is ever so present? Witch." The poet responded more kind and quiet than the tone of their banter. Their blue gaze fixed on the back of the Witches head, even though it was hard to see, considering The Witch was out of the dirty kitchen window's light. It was dark in the house, even though the sun had just risen. And where the Witch was walking to was even darker.227Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdMyBf7GC5o
"Care to follow me? We have things to do" The Witch started up the staircase, and The poet followed. 227Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFEfK4DLjYp
"Any thoughts, concerns, or poetry to share?" The Witch continued up the staircase, which was long, but considering it went to the fourth floor-the attic- it wasnt suprising.227Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxMajck695C
"Plenty of concerns" The poet didn't add more. Considering they were thinking about those pretty blue eyes the Witch had.227Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvVyXZOGJZh
They made their way up the staircase, which was truly dangerous, and sooner or later was going to kill someone. But regardless- they made it.
The attic was pitch black. Void of any way to see, but the Witch didnt care. Seeing the Poet distracted them, that tossled light blond hair looked too nice today. So instead the two clambered out of the staircase and stood in silence.
"Well then Witch, what would you like me to do?" The poet walked into the supposed middle of the room, and flung their arms out to do a spin in the complete darkness.227Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgPDPAGUtjK
"What you do best" The witch replied, and was pulling out a lighter and a candle.227Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcryvKAfymo
"Complain? Sleep? Engage in Stupid activities with you? Spin words around to make pretty sentences?"227Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCAcpZGMuyi
"That one"227Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkPt2IF0MfU
"Well then dearest-give me something as beautiful as you to talk about" The poet was quiet while they said it, and the room got noticably warmer. Why did the poet have to wear a coat, its getting really warm.227Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpUChWol434
"How about the look on your face when you see this work" The witch responded, sounding somewhat breathless as they started to light the candles. There were a lot of them, all of them placed in a circle around the Poet.
Both of their heart rates increased, and it wasn't becuase of the crushes they had on each other, maybe the fact of what they were about to do.
"Care to tell me what your doing?" The poet asked, carefull ignorance coated onto his words to hide his uncertainty.227Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡILxCYzSruw
"No, your confusion is cute"227Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa5Fbl6vAxY
"I'd prefer to be called perfect, or maybe beautiful, than cute"227Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLmbn0DO7ai
"Too bad"227Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIvCdpAxmLM
All the candles were lit now, and the witch could see the poet's outline and tossled hair with relative ease now. The witch was still almost invisible, but the bright pink strand of hair at the side of their face was like a glow-stick.
"Care to say some pretty words?"227Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEeeBj5C4TW
"I would love to"
The Witch placed crystals around the circle as the Poet unfolded a piece of paper, crumpled and scribbled down, probably from one of their dreams.
The Witch stood in front of the poet, both in the circle.
"In a world, where i don't exist, there is a life i never lived."227Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9e2AHIi0aI
The witches breath stilled, it was her turn.227Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFPsoXmQJbQ
"In a world, where i don't exist, there is a life i never lived."227Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeudQWqdY7S
The poets eyes seemed to have tears in them.227Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7ecfzO7fbw
"It is not made for who i am, but who i am going to be."227Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKomsULETug
The witch didn't want to do this. But the plan-227Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwEqykN64BC
"Is is not made for who i am, but who i am going to be"227Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaiRVazOzv2
The poet would miss the witch, more than anything.227Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRPNSMMgJ1o
"But i must become who the world needs"227Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡql0VnRtybe
The witch couldn't. How could they- but it was almost over.227Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk2isLsMHZA
"But i-"227Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0htca2Cnpg
The poet tilted their head-and in those brown eyes the Witch could see tears. The two were supposed to do this, separate becuase they were in wrong worlds. Swap for the witch to see their dreams and the poet to understand peace for once. But what if that didn't need to happen?227Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP8lYkQ8AjI
Selfish thoughts they both had. Selfish thoughts to stay with the other.227Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkfe8TEaKIx
"But i-i will not be who this world needs"227Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUDDBQWyCsm
The poet smiled.227Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDzth6NErzn
"And i shall revoke my right to see the world in magic if only to see the person that means the world to me" The poet said these words as if a vow, they only had one chance at this, and only these two could travel through the realms once-and yet for teen-barely teens, both just barely fourteen- love, they would.227Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCQKLeUMFMX
"And i shall cease to understand my magic if it means i can see magic anew" The witch paused, the two stepped closer. The candles were flickering madly, the crystals glowing with power unused from the spell left undone.227Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ7VZMsLl2t
The room was iluminated from the dark with candles and crystals, the two stood facing one another. It was like no time has passed, silence echoed into the walls and the Witch and the Poet looked at each other for what felt like the first time.227Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnCXyWJwQJZ
"I don't think i've told you my name" The Witch Starts with, and takes the poet's hand, "I'm Reilly"227Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiXfhl8OG2l
The Poet faintly smiles, "Hi Reilly, I'm Rowan." They take each others other hand. Rowan's heart is doing backflips, "I think there is something i haven't done just yet" They slowly lean in.227Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8zydHBpdqH
"Well why don't you do it?" Reilly leans in while Rowan brushes away the pink strand of hair.227Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzMIGOUrJOg
With a flick of their wrist Rowan blows out all of the candles. Maybe theres more to the poet than fancy words. "Well i'm going to do it right now."
And in the pitch black of the attic, two teens-just kids really, just Reilly and Rowan, staying together even though they aren't supposed to-kiss when they should be doing anything but that.
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