Chapter 32
Genevieve
As a small house appears before us, all I can do is look at it in awe.
It’s a small, light wooden cottage. The same grapes as before are growing all around it along its veins.
The green and purple stand out and capture my attention.
Impossible to ignore, a small garden with a fence in the same light tone as the house comes into view.
And there, she has planted her own berries and trees. Just like I have done at home.
Was this soul one so like mine we could be sisters by blood? Could she be a twin sister that I didn’t know I had?
As she opens the wooden door to her little cottage, she lets me and Daffodil take a step inside. My jaw drops as I take in her sweet home. Lanterns are floating in the air, spreading a shallow yellow light around them. The lanterns had colored glass, mostly in pink, orange, and crimson.
Her small home is filled with plants in different shades of green, placed in every window, some dangling from the roof, and a few even placed on the floor. Every single one sitting in a pot of a wonderful vibrant shade.
Her scarlet red sofa with golden details steals my attention, looking at me in a sexy and seductive way. And for unknown reasons, my head starts making up scenarios with Ector, leading my cheeks to flush with heat.
He’s dead, Genevieve. For fucks sake.
“Wow.”
“I made it myself!” She says proudly.
“Wait, are you a-”
“A witch, yes!” She breaks me off in excitement. “But I’m not as powerful as many others.” She continued.
“Why is that?”
“It was an accident that happened when I was younger, it’s a long story.”
Sitting down in her floating bed, the scent of plum candles sweeping past my nose every other second, Illysia tells me about her story. By the time she’s done, I’m left with a thousand questions and my jaw has fallen open.
“I can’t believe you went through that. I’m so, so sorry.”
“I’ve learned to live with it.”
“Doesn’t mean you deserved it.”
“Don’t make me cry...” She says, and I can see her jaw shaking.
Moving closer to her, I place my arms around her and give her a tight, warm motherly hug.
“Thank you, I truly needed that.”
“That was nothing! And, I adore hugs.” I give her a big smile.
“We should probably get some sleep.” She says, drying her eyes with the back of her hand. “I will sleep on the sofa, you will get my floating bed.”
“But...”
“There’s nothing to argue about.” She says, making it clear to me that there’s no need to question her decision.
“Thank you, truly.”
After undressing, I place myself in her bed, cuddle up with Daffodil by my side, and place the fluffy blanket on top of us.
Drifting away, hoping to get a good night’s sleep, my brain quickly proves me wrong as all my dreams turn into memories of him holding me. The memory of me laughing so hard I was about to cry, and him lifting me up and placing my body over his shoulder. The way he made me feel so safe, so likeable.
The memory of him and I running around, so foolishly fighting over some breakfast, and how close he held me to his body, his warmth pressing against my back. His facial expression was vivid, it was one of sadness and pain.
Remorse filled my body. I blamed myself, felt ashamed of knowing I said such a mean thing to him, not knowing that he would no longer be with me.
Twisting and turning in the bed, tears spilling from my eyes, I realize that I would do anything just to spend one more moment with him.
One more innocent moment before everything went so terribly wrong.
I would do anything to feel his warmth, to see his smile, and feel loved without thinking of me falling asleep beside his cold and purple body.