Witchling Academy: Semester Six (Spell Traveler Chronicles Book 6) by Avery Song

Author:Avery Song [Song, Avery]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-02-06T18:30:00+00:00

Create A New Year Of Growing Compassion

~KAITO~

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"We gather here today..."

I tuned out the words as I stood straight in my fitted black suit. I wore a mask to hide the pain, to shield the thoughts running through my head and the sadness that weighed heavily on my heart.

I knew I wasn't alone, my eyes glancing to the side to see Brianne, Jax, and Connor.

Brianne had her hair up in a neatly made bun; the pins that held it together were made of black flowers to match the black dress that cloaked her in all the right places. How beautiful she looked, even in our time of mourning, the long, stylish coat keeping her warm on this winter day.

Jax wore a black suit like mine, along with a black silk dress shirt and matte black tie. His hair was down, which was unusual. For him, it was more respectful — having his hair up was for celebrations and moments of success.

Connor had followed suit, leaving his long strands down and sporting a black dress shirt to match his dress pants and tie. All three of them stood there with masked expressions like mine, none of us showing the weakness that wanted to burst through.

It was obvious that the attack on Witchling resort — and the destruction of half the resorts on the north side of mountain — was intentional. There was no doubt about it, and after a detailed investigation, Witchling Star Agency had made a public announcement with the declaration that the culprit would be caught.

I wished that my newly discovered foresight would come to my aid. I knew it wouldn't, because I was trying to force it to show me something versus allowing it to reveal the secrets hidden around me.

It didn't make it any less frustrating, especially when I could see how painful this was for Finnick.

My eyes locked onto him, as he waited to say his portion before they laid his father to rest, right next to his wife and older son.

I wondered if Finnick worried about death. To know that in many years to come, our bodies would be lowered to this very soil to rot within the wooden coffins until there was nothing but bone and decay.

Funerals always reminded me of how important it was to communicate your feelings with those you loved. The good and the bad, regardless of the magnitude. I could only imagine the regret some individuals felt for keeping so much in.

I'd fought so hard to keep my feelings for Finnick at bay, hidden from everyone until I found enough courage and confidence in myself to let him know, but imagine if he'd passed away before I told him? All the time spent hoping to one day tell him my feelings, only for it to never come true. How helpless and pitiful that would feel.

The regret alone would fester through me for years to come, the whole idea reminding me of what I always struggled with: sharing my feelings and thoughts.

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