“Please, leave.”“You are weak, you are nothing without me, you’d be lost without me. You owe everything to me!”“LEAVE!”She stops and stares.“Please just leave, and never come back. I never want to see you again, I never want to hear from you again, so please, if anything between us ever meant an
“Ansel, I need some air. I’ll be right back.”“There’s a lot of air right here, Mars.”“I know, but I…just give me a couple of minutes, I’ll be back, please.” I turn round to go, but he catches my wrist. He doesn’t say anything. So, I turn to look at him. His eyes are telling me a lot, a lot that I’
“He’s the god that was born through an unholy ritual. The son of the moon goddess and the god of death.”At first, when I hear the words out of Ansel’s mouth, static fills my brain, until I really think about it, and then it turns funny, and I start laughing.“What’s funny?” his confused tone makes
“I guess you’re right,” I say with a smile on my face, one he returns.We finally get to the party that’s in full swing. The setup is just like last time, the campfire is in the middle, illuminating the entire place, and there are logs around it that people are sitting on. There’s music blaring thro
I’m adding the finishing touches when there’s suddenly a hand on my shoulder and I jolt. My eyes snap up to see King standing over me, dressed in a dark t-shirt and dark, ripped jeans with the school jacket thrown over his shoulders. I stare at him, confused.“You’re going to school?” he chuckles.“
“Well, shit! This is freaking amazing, Mars!” King exclaims when he comes into my room the next morning.“Yeah, I know.” I laugh at his reaction. “You should see it at night when the lights are on. It’ll blow your mind.”“I can imagine.” He says in wonder, his wide eyes still focused on the recent a