Shadow Song: Cresthall Academy I by E. Hereygers

Author:E. Hereygers [Hereygers, E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

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June

Ihad been dragged to the pits of hell, living in the same house as him again. For a while - after his sister had died - Rowan had lived under our roof. Their parents had been battling all instances responsible for Rose’s death and had left little room to breathe in that house. Row knew he was always welcome at ours. Our dad had taken him under his wing that year and my mom, with all of her own issues, had taken him in as her own son.

We had shared my bedroom. At first, he had his own mattress on the floor, but after many movie nights in my king-size bed, we had gotten used to falling asleep together, and forgone all hesitations about it. As kids we did it all the time but somewhere around puberty, we decided it was time we slept in our own beds on holidays.

The grief had been so profound for Rowan, he had needed me close. His little sister had been cared for by him as if she was his own child. I used to see the same loving look in his eyes as he defended Sookie and Moon against bullies at our middle school. And I understood that love. I, as well, have been bestowing my sisters with as much parental love as I could muster at that age.

That one year after Rose died, had been the longest year. But it also had been the year we had been closest. Our telepathic connection had intensified, and I wasn’t even a telepath. It made for some interesting gossiping, as we could just go to town over our mutual disliked classmates right in front of their faces. It also made it impossible for him to hide his emotions - to hide his pain - from me at all. His pain was my pain. My tears were his. We had a telepathic connection of the mind and the Goddamn heart.

Losing Rose had been the hardest chapter of his life, and I had been there for all of it. The nights he would cry himself to sleep, or the days he could barely leave his bed. There were others where he was angry - really murderous angry - at anyone except me. Never me.

After a while he had perfected his impassive persona, entirely shaped from grief. His armor so thick nobody could see through it.

As I stared at him now, over the bowl of cornflakes I was having at the huge breakfast table in the cabin, I saw that mask had hardened even more. Now, all emotions were what he wanted you to see. It was torment. I could not avoid him, or his stoic aura in here. When I could so clearly see he was hiding. He was hurting. And I couldn’t allow myself to care.

During classes I did my best to avoid him, and it worked out rather okay, but now I had to be in the same room as Rowan. Eating the same breakfast.

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