"Luca," I hear her call out to me. I don't stop walking. What was I thinking, that was stupid. I don't think I can look at her without feeling embarrassed. "Luca!" She tugs on the back of my shirt and I finally stop. I turn, keeping my hand on my face.
"What?" I spit out. She grabs my hand and removes it, revealing the cut on my cheek from the punch.
"You didn't have to do that. You're not the type to-" I cut her off.
"No, you're right. I'm not like that. I don't fight. I-I don't have a secret gang in the forest. I'm not strong, I mean all I can do is create lights, but that doesn't matter." Just hearing the anger in my voice pisses me off further.
"Luca," She tilts her head slightly to the side. "You don't have to prove anything, not to me, not to them. It doesn't matter whether you're strong or not." I can't help but roll my eyes. She means it, I know she does. And I know it doesn't matter, but it does. It does to me. It does when it comes to her.
"I'll go home, you should go back." I say now calmer.
"I'll go home." She says and begins walking towards the direction of the house.
"Edith,"
"Shut up." She says and I don't bother arguing with her anymore.
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At Odds
RomanceLuca A light soul like most people. Prefers the pronouns he/him. He's kind, in a Prince Charming sort of way. Has lived with his mother his whole life, father died at a young age. Could do no wrong, at least in his mother's eyes. Straight A student...
