56. Overwrite

Isabelle

"Well that's not too bad," I said with a shrug.

"You think so?" Lucian questioned playfully with a devilish smirk.

Boy, was I wrong! Every time his finger collided with my skin, I felt a zap of electricity & I know for a fact that he felt it too. And I also knew he started to like it, because I also started to like it.

Days of crimson turned into weeks of needles and pins; weeks grew into months of curiosity & those months easily turned into a year. Bringing in holidays together & celebrating each other's presence throughout the tumultuous but endlessly enjoyable days of high school breaks drew us closer.

A year of dislike matured to butterflies whenever we laid eyes on each other. The pricks and prods, the constant stabs, the feeling of being used— all of it was drowned by growing happiness.

Alas, I'd went blind. I forgot about the war. The dreadful upcoming war between celestials that i'd got caught in between.