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Someone that was staring at her. ‘Oh crap.’ “Sorry,” She mouthed and he shrugged. They started again by reading the first chapter together. Xeelany listened attentively to each word as she slowly progressed through each sentence. She tried to concentrate on every single syllable as she felt as if her mind was being filled with water from all those words flowing over each other in a never ending flow. “You should really try harder at understanding these,” Xavier chuckled as he put a bookmark in the book they were currently reading and closed it. “You’ve barely gotten through a fourth chapter now.”

Despite their kindness, his statements were weighted with the weight of countless fights performed alongside one another. As we lay there, the lovely sound of water and the rustle of leaves making a melody of hope, a thought came into my mind...a thought that both eased and scared me: Can our passion mend the cracks in our hearts, or are we doomed to be tortured by the ghosts of our past? I looked deeply into Xander’s eyes, waiting for some answer. I said, "With you, I believe I can survive anything," but my voice was quivering, which showed how unsure I was.

It would have been more poetic in my mind if he had been the person to do it, especially with how I had unconsciously obliterated every one of the attacking troops. “Would you do me the honour of lighting up the fires?” Xander asked, pulling me out of my thoughts. I looked around and didn’t see a torch or a small fire, so I cocked my head and pulled my eyebrows together. When he saw the look on my face, he came closer and wrapped me in his arms. He waited patiently, and I figured he wanted me to light the piers with magic.

“Not of losing. Not of pain. But of the version of myself I might become if I let them turn me bitter.” Xander knelt beside me, reading over my shoulder. “You won’t become her,” he whispered. “You’re made of light, Emma. Even when they throw dirt, you shine.” I closed the journal. My hand found his. My belly between us, softly rising and falling. “Then let’s outshine them.” He kissed my forehead. “Together.”

A LITTLE BIT SPICY🔞🔞 Olivia’s POV The parking garage was too quiet. Too empty. Every sound was amplified—the hum of a fluorescent light overhead, the drip of water somewhere in the distance, the faint echo of our breathing. The wall was freezing against my back. But he was fire, pressing into me like he’d been lit for years and I was the only thing that could put him out. “Xander please......” My voice cracked. “We can’t.....”

She was about to close it when a strange ominous feeling began to creep up behind her and for a very slight moment, this summoned a memory of a certain similar feeling she had only felt back when she was. “Look for me in hell.” Rattled, Natasha quickly turned round after somebody whispered in her ear. “Whoa, did I startle you?” It was Xander, grinning smugly at her. “Really,” responded Natasha, raising an eyebrow, “now you're quoting lines from the book?” “What’s the point of reading stuff if you can't apply shit?” Natasha found herself smiling before turning back to shut her locker. “Speaking of reading,” added Xander, this time moving closer to Natasha and almost obscuring her from shuttin