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13: Their first kiss
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"Soleil* I have gone for an evening walk, up the hill to the outdoor stage where they have viking plays every summer. The wind is playing with my hair, as I stand on the edge of the hill. Below me is the town sprayed out and in the distance I can see London. A new breeze makes me close my eyes, breathing in the fresh air, listening to the birds singing around me. Spring is turning slowly into early summer and this is when the year is reborn. I have read enough about wicca now. The web pages have taught me about connecting with nature to be one with everything. It is time for me to feel it with my own senses. With a sigh I turn to go sit on one of the little benches. I let my thoughts flow freely. It is weird, but it is like I still feel Luca, like his kiss left something lingering inside me. I haven't heard from him, but he might be in trouble with his mother, so I'll give him some space, certain he will call or text tomorrow at the latest. The last couple of days I have been thin
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*Soleil*I walk up the stairs to the lounge. I hesitate for a moment when I see that Mark is talking to a stunning woman. But he sees me and waves me over. He looks a bit floored. "This is Celine"."Hi". I say, sending her a friendly smile. She answers without looking at me. She has deep red lips and long silver blonde hair with a stripe the same colour as her lipstick. Her dress is long and sleeves black leather, with a slit in one side all the way up to her hip. Her makeup is dramatic and her eyes almost see through with a dark circle around them.Then she turns to look at me, her eyes taking in every inch of me, then she smiles, showing off perfectly white fangs. "You are new here"."Yeah, it's only the second time I am here". I answer. I would have sworn the woman just smelled me."So how do you
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*Soleil*I sit in class, staring at the empty chair in front of me to the side. Luca hasn’t shown up to class and I have started to worry. I check my phone again, still not a word, actually I haven't heard from him since friday, where he ran off after the wonderful kisses and I am scared I did something wrong.Saturday before I went to Davina I sent him a text and again yesterday, but no answer. I don’t want to seem pushy, so I haven't written again.'Do you think he regrets and has moved to another School ?' I write on a piece of paper and push it towards Davina.'Yeah sure makes total sense to change school a week before exams start'. Davina writes back.'But what happened then ? He hasn't answered a single one of my messages'. I scribble down fast.
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*Soleil*It is agony pulling myself to school the rest of the week. Luckily we are so close to exams, that everyone is focused on that. I keep to myself or Davina, so I don't see Luca much. Every time I spot him, I turn and walk the other way. Davina tries to lighten up my spirits to her best ability and I do my best to look okay. I wish I really felt okay or that I just felt something, but the truth is that Luca has left an empty space behind. It had become a habit that he was there and that I at least could dream about me and him together. Now I know it will never happen and it keeps pulling me deeper into a dark hole.Only at night in my dreams I am free. I am happy there. The dreams are always the same; I am in my safe stone circle and dancing in the dusk with the creatures from the wood, I sing with the shadows in the rocks and I play with the light orbs hovering above me. When dusk goes to darkness the
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*Soleil*Finally the last exam is over and I actually managed to graduate, saved by English and math, without Luca I would have failed miserably. In more than one way, because I had studied my ass off for the last week trying not to think about him. I hurry out, finally free, no more school and the summer in front of me. I don't have to see.."Sol, hey Soleil wait". I hear someone call behind me.Oh shit, it's Luca ! I panic, trying to pretend that I didn't hear him."Hey wait a minute". Luca and his damn long legs catch up easily. "Hey, come on Sol, wait a moment"."What ?" I stop, looking defiantly at him."Uhm I just wanted to wish you a good holiday and such". He suddenly looks hesitant, like he regrets stopping me. Gone is the confident Luca.
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