“Oh, no. I'd hit the edge of the precipice, and if I wasn't careful, I'd tip over. And fall. And fly. Connor stepped back and aimed his fingers at me. Red magic weaved around me, and soon I was wearing another pair of clean black jeans. My top had changed to black as well, and my short-waisted jacket now had silver accents. My weapons were still well hidden. "If the world were simple, lass," said Connor softly, "and I had choices still, all I would want is you. No denyin' that the prophecy is why I sought you, an' I'm glad for it. I'm glad for you." The horror of what he said was that I knew it was true. It rang clear in his words, in his expression, and in my own fickle heart. It broke me. I turned blindly and strode away. He didn't follow me, and I was relieved. I liked having my nervous breakdowns alone. I didn't want Connor to have an honest emotion, because then I would have to admit my own feelings, which weren't all anger and loss and lust. There was tenderness, and understandin...g, and want, and...MoreLessShow More Show Less
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