"Elsa" Maia bawled and snapped me out of my subconscious. I sat on my bed as I reminisced on the whole rejection I got from Armando. Actually since then, Julia had never spoken to me again. It was more like she was temporarily mute or dead even and so I couldn’t morph. The trauma was too much."Yeah Maia, what is it?" I sighed. She wore a green half gown and gloated at me. Maia was seventeen years old at that moment and still in werewolf high, learning to control her powers. She had an issue with morphing freely and so she was getting trained on her to shape shift at will." Nothing is wrong"I lied and got up from the bed, trying to avoid eye contact with her. I sighed deeply again and shut my eyes to toss the feeling of damaged love down. I Pressed my hands on my temples."You are still thinking about him, isn't it?" She inquired and joined me where I highbrow. I rubbed my palms on my face and was trying so hard not to break down."No," I uttered. She moved to my front and gl

I was on the bus, headed to Visita city, a town of green pastures but also a place for miscreants. I sat by the side of the window whilst the cold winter breeze swept and brushed my cheeks. It tussled my hair from one end to the other. The pain of leaving my family behind really got to me. I remembered the tears of my mom and really wanted to erase anything in regards to pain in her heart. With a deep sigh, I tried to erase the memories of Armando from my heart but it was impossible. His words to me during our last encounter kept banging in my ears. The main reason I was leaving Mola was to get over him and start a new life for myself away from toxicity. A few hours after the drive, I reached Visita city and the sweet fragrance and nosegay of its air met my nostrils. I stared at the well civilised city and watched how various cars dabbed from one point to the other. After a few minutes I was dropped at the park and guess what, I didn't even have a place to go. I never thought of