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The doors parted to both sides as Hazel sauntered into the welcome lounge, orange hair pulled up in a high ponytail with eyes that shone with health, thanks to the antidote that was tucked in her bra. Her pink lips curled into the congenial smile Sush so often saw, but there was a glint - a flicker of knowingness in those eyes she used to trust so much, and Sush wondered if the glint had always been there, or had it just revealed itself now?

"Or are you tired?" "What?! No! I should be asking you that." Hazel tried to smile. Maybe she did, she couldn't tell. Her body felt strange, light. She looked at Dallan to be sure she wasn't being carried. But... why did it seem he was getting far? And her ears... Were they blocked? "HAZEL!" She felt arms around her waist before the world became dark. *. *. *. *.* "Did you give her the potion I gave you?"

Just as I came out of our room and began heading to Princess' room, one of the little kids who was still awake, ran to me and said, "Miranda, Granny Hermes is calling you." I sighed. I wanted to go to Hazel but I decided to show Mrs. Hermes respect since she had treated me nicely. When I showed up before her, she was still drinking. It made me wonder how big of a drinker she was. "We're sharing stories about Hazel as a kid," she told me. "Since you are his wife, I'm sure you will be the most curious about this." I chuckled and was about to speak when she added, "At the age of ten, Hazel was very mischievous."

Aunt May, a tall, slender woman with charming brown eyes, said, and the boys smiled at her. Hazel had told me she was over fifty, but she had an eternal youth glow and looked exactly like her late sister, Hazel’s mum, Nicole. “Thank you too, Bella. I have never seen Hazel happier since my sister and her husband died.” she began. “I counted the days she cried during the break, and she had more happy days than sad ones. I hope for the best on this vacation,” May said, covering my hand in hers as she spoke. “I’m glad about that too,” I replied, and then she let go of my hands, turning to Hazel.

I said in passing as my eyes focused on the wound on my leg. “This one has a mouth on him hehe.” Hazel teased. “If I was thirty years younger then I might have given you a chance.” I rolled my eyes. “What do you want me to do with that information?” “Use it to console yourself. I can tell you have no one.” Hazel said without hesitation. “And I don’t need anyone. Even if you were thirty years younger I still wouldn’t glance in your direction.” “Is that how you talk to an elder?” Hazel asked. But her voice was still playful as opposed to her serious words.

“This is not the time for your ridiculous indecent comments.” “When… he was in our room. He asked me something.” Taranis began hesitantly, as if unsure whether to say it or not. I wait patiently while he makes the decision, it seems like he finally reached a conclusion. “He asked me if I knew a ‘Hazel’ in this university.” I think I stopped breathing. And perhaps even my heart stopped beating for a few seconds if that was possible. “Y..you must have heard wrong.” I stutter. This can’t be real.

It already frustrates me speculating about the conclusion of these upcoming days. I don’t have any kind of emotion for Brian; don’t notice him closely enough to have any kind of understanding about him. Neither has any kind of tenderness for him, however; I undertake no loathe him; I have rather laid-back feelings towards him or the McCoy VS Halls drama. “What in the heaven is this?” Hazel, my nineteen-year-old sister, enters my room with a huge ben and jerry ice cream tub in her hand and a spoon in her mouth. “Are you joining a beauty pageant?”

It was a rule they had to follow even on their deathbed. However, as he was about to leave the ward, Beth finally opened her mouth and said, "Hazel was adopted at two months."

Mom growled, "But thirdly, I am sick and fucking tired of all this drama with Isaac. I mean, I have disliked plenty of the girls you brought home, but now you pick your damn aunt to date! And to top it off, you fight over her with your cousin and best fucking friend!" She’s not my aunt. Okay, technically, Hazel is my aunt since she was adopted by my grandparents, Cyrus and April, when she was twelve. She’s not blood related to me or Isaac, and we weren’t raised together until five years ago. Besides, she’s drop-dead gorgeous, smart, and funny. Mom should be happy I want to date Hazel since she doesn’t like most girls I’ve brought home. I sighed, "she is not my fucking aunt, mom. And why woul

Mom growled, "But thirdly, I am sick and fucking tired of all this drama with Isaac. I mean, I have disliked plenty of the girls you brought home, but now you pick your damn aunt to date! And to top it off, you fight over her with your cousin and best fucking friend!" She’s not my aunt. Okay, technically, Hazel is my aunt since she was adopted by my grandparents, Cyrus and April, when she was twelve. She’s not blood related to me or Isaac, and we weren’t raised together until five years ago. Besides, she’s drop-dead gorgeous, smart, and funny. Mom should be happy I want to date Hazel since she doesn’t like most girls I’ve brought home. I sighed, "she is not my fucking aunt, mom. And why woul