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72 – Festival

Penulis: Polyana Leão
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Casper wasn’t the type to leave traces. Still, after that conversation on the bridge, I realized he might be changing his personality.

Two days later, the city was restless with the preparation for the Autumn Fair. I had already forgotten that it happened every year. It was a big event, but not as big as the stories of people coming from outside said.

Lancelot had mentioned that he thought the festivities were very interesting, but that it was better not to go this time. "Too many people, too much noise," he said. I had already settled for the idea of spending the weekend at home. Only that morning, I received a message from Casper. 'Come to the festival. '

Ignored. At least I tried. But in the early evening, as the city lit up with lanterns and distant music, something in me began to move. A curiosity, although I knew it could be a mistake.

"Are you thinking of leaving?" Lancelot asked, without taking his eyes off the book he was leafing through. "I know you would like to go.

I didn’
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  • The Price of a Second Chance   73 – Unexpected Appearance

    The air was too heavy. It was not only the heat of the crowd nor the sweet smell of the tents. It was inside me. Something is awakening. Something I knew too well. My heart beat as if it wanted to tear through my chest. The skin tingled, and every muscle seemed to prepare for a fight I didn’t want to fight.Casper was too close. Close enough for me to feel the weight of his words, even when I didn’t say them. He didn’t have to scream to hit me. Just looking at me was enough."No, not now," I said, but it wasn’t for him. It was for me. For that which dwelt in me."That," he replied, as if satisfied with my resistance. "Fight it."His voice was almost soft, but there was poison there. He knew exactly what he was doing. I could feel Naomi among us. The smell of her. Her heat. She was trying to protect me, even without understanding that it was from me that she needed to defend herself."Go away." My voice sounded more grave than I expected, with a tone that was no longer just mine."Yo

  • The Price of a Second Chance   72 – Festival

    Casper wasn’t the type to leave traces. Still, after that conversation on the bridge, I realized he might be changing his personality.Two days later, the city was restless with the preparation for the Autumn Fair. I had already forgotten that it happened every year. It was a big event, but not as big as the stories of people coming from outside said.Lancelot had mentioned that he thought the festivities were very interesting, but that it was better not to go this time. "Too many people, too much noise," he said. I had already settled for the idea of spending the weekend at home. Only that morning, I received a message from Casper. 'Come to the festival. 'Ignored. At least I tried. But in the early evening, as the city lit up with lanterns and distant music, something in me began to move. A curiosity, although I knew it could be a mistake."Are you thinking of leaving?" Lancelot asked, without taking his eyes off the book he was leafing through. "I know you would like to go.I didn’

  • The Price of a Second Chance   71 – It’ll Be My Way

    I couldn’t sleep. The feeling that something was about to explode dominated my thoughts, pulling me into a whirlwind of contradictory emotions. I didn’t know if Lancelot’s fear or the restlessness caused by Casper was worse. Perhaps they were both entwined, suffocating me.In the empty hours of the morning, my cell phone vibrated. It was a message. "Naomi. I need to talk to you." I knew it was only a matter of time before he contacted me.Likewise, I hesitated. Why did I still feel this need to answer? Why, even knowing how much he was able to hurt me, did my heart still press when his name appeared on the screen?After a minute that seemed like hours, I typed, "Talk."The answer came almost instantly, indicating a meeting place. It was far enough away for Lancelot not to follow.I sat on the couch, my breathing heavy, my hands shaking. What did he want? I knew I shouldn’t go, but I could find the perfect time to ask him to stop teasing Lancelot.The bridge of the address was deserted

  • The Price of a Second Chance   70 – Waiting

    The silence that followed Lancelot’s question was almost suffocating. He did not look at me anymore; he was with his elbows resting on his knees, hands joined, and head down. The broad shoulders went up and down irregularly, as if he was still trying to regulate his breathing."If he tries again…" he repeated, lower, as if testing the weight of his own sentence. "I don’t know if I’ll be able to avoid it."Sat in front of him, trying to find his look. "You avoided yesterday, I mean, avoided doing something bad, as always."He laughed without humor, a dry, short laugh. "Naomi, I did not avoid it. I fought against it. And yet you have no idea how close. Something must be going on."The way he said "for a bit" scared me. It was not a force of expression."Do you think he’ll try again?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer."I don’t think so. I’m sure." Lancelot ran his hand over his face, as if he wanted to tear off the tension that consumed him. "He got what he wanted yesterday

  • The Price of a Second Chance   69 – Trusted?

    When Lancelot came back, it was almost dawn. I was in his house, sitting on the couch, waiting for him to show up from wherever he was.He came in the back, barefoot, body sweating, breathing hard. He didn’t look at me right away. Just closed the door behind him and leaned against it, as if he needed support to continue standing. "Are you hurt?" I asked, rising.He did that not with his head, but the movement was slow, as if it cost effort. "It’s nothing," he said. But I already knew him well enough to know that it was not true. It was clear to see that it was another one of those troubled nights.When I came closer, he turned away, passed straight, and sat down in the corner chair. He was looking at the ground, his hands still trembling. "You want to tell me what happened?"His silence bothered me. "I could not hold the transformation," he admitted after a long time. "But it was not because of you, nor the crowd, nor the party. It was…" He closed his eyes, breathed deeply, and his ja

  • The Price of a Second Chance   68 – I Saw The Truth

    I knew where to find it.I always knew. Lancelot had his refuges, places where he could hide from the world and perhaps himself. One of them was the wasteland. A place that suited him.The night wind was cold, but anger kept me warm. It wasn’t the first time I’d been after him. The difference is that this time I wasn’t just going to talk—I was going to prove what I already knew.When I saw him, he was facing me, moving some old boxes, as if looking for something to occupy his mind. I was alone. No Naomi around to be his shield."You know you could have killed everyone at that party, don’t you?" I said without announcing my arrival.He has frozen.Turned slowly, narrow eyes, jaw tense. "What do you want, Casper?""I want you to admit that it’s a risk to her. That no matter how much you pretend to be in control, in the end it will fail."His breath has changed. Not much, but enough for me to notice. He didn’t like hearing my name next to hers."Don’t talk about her," he said in a low, t

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