philophobia-the fear of falling in love
or becoming emotionally connected
to someone...
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This is a story you've heard before, passed down through generations, about a young girl and a young boy who utterly despise each other.
Then, somehow, t...
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It's cold as the siblings walk out of the fire heated living dining room and into the hallway, Maria raising her eyebrows at James and folding her arms across her stomach loosely. James runs a hand through his already messy hair nervously and Maria sighs.
"What's wrong with them, James? I know somethings up." The seventeen year old interrogates and James looks at her softly.
"They aren't well, Mar." James whispers, obviously swallowing a rising lump in his throat and Maria frowns at him, her eyes asking millions of questions. "Dragon-pox."
Maria's eyes widen and she looks at the floor blankly as tears burn at her eyes. She's read about dragon-pox many times before, some in herbology, looking up remedies and sometimes in care of magical creatures but the answer remains the same. There's no known cure to dragon-pox yet, maybe there never will be. Maria's cousin once had it and passed it to his whole family, they all faced the same fatal outcomes.
"Can—can we see them?" Maria knows they can't, not until they're weeks in and not contagious however she felt the need to ask.
"No, we—uh, we're not allowed to." James swallows his tears for the sake of his sister, knowing that she'd take it worse if she saw he was visibly devastated by the news.
"Okay. . .I'm gonna—just go to my room." James nods and Maria swallows, walking off down the hallway and up the stairs, James groaning and hitting the wall behind him with his arm.
Reaching her bedroom, Maria releases a shaky breath and lets a tear fall down her cheek. Walking over to her desk, she moves everything onto the ground in frustration, throwing a picture of her, Danielle and Clarissa at the wall making a loud shattering noise as the glass inside the frame breaks into tiny fragments on her bedroom floor. She walks to her wardrobe and throws the clothes on her floor, running to her bookshelves and quickly moving the books off as tears stream down her face.
Arms wrap around her arms and body and she struggle in the familiar arms, sobbing.
"Maria—I need you to calm down." Regulus whispers in her ear and she slows her struggle, her body shaking slightly as they sink to the ground together, his hand stroking her hair as she breaks in his arms. "Shh, shh—you're okay."
"Why's everyone dying on me?" Maria whispers hoarsely and Regulus looks up at the ceiling to avoid crying in front of her.
After a few minutes of sitting whilst she cries, Maria sits up sniffing and wiping her cheeks.
"Sorry." She mumbles and Regulus shakes his head, beginning to move things back onto her desk and she slowly stands up, helping him tiredly.
"I need to tell you something." Regulus says and Maria's eyebrows furrow as she stares at him. "And we can't tell anyone."
