Mated to a Human

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The summer before eighth grade, Abby and I had been playing pretend fairies outside for the past week, fluttering and skipping in the humidity of the woods. I liked the idea of fantastical things — fairies, dragons, wizards, vampires, and the rest of them — but Abby seemed to believe it. She came to me with love spells, and we performed them with our whole hearts. She smeared us with red clay so we would live forever, and when she told me not to go into the woods alone because of preying beasts, she didn't stammer or flinch.

Our schoolmates made fun of us for playing like little kids when we were officially teenagers, but as long as we had each other, we didn't mind their teasing.

Moody Pond was our favorite spot to play pretend. Something about it was magical; the way the water ripples under skater bugs, the maple seedlings that twirl on the breeze, and the reeds that curve like bridges for real fairies. Abby's house was next door, and her mother let us wander out without a mere peek from their back windows or promise to check-in. Despite its eerie name, Black Lake was thoroughly deemed safe, and a few teasing comments were the only bad things to happen to us.

I knew Abby and I would be best friends for the rest of our lives. Even if we moved to opposite sides of the world, I would find ways to get to her. She was my future maid-of-honor, my closest confidant, and we always understood each other, until sixteen. Sixteen changed everything, at first gradually, but then all at once. Abby stayed in Black Lake but moved schools. She became too busy to hangout or talk or reminisce. She cut me out of her life with no explanation and I was left with nothing but ten years of photographs and a phone number labeled with a heart that no longer rung. 

Our made-up world crumbled beneath me, and I felt like she had cast me off to face reality all alone. School was no longer fun without Abby there; it was suddenly only schoolwork, lonely lunchtimes, and homework. Our plans for after high school meant nothing anymore, so I wandered aimless and ended up taking online college courses, feeling unable to fully commit.

And the worst part — I still see Abby. From time to time, there's a glance of her at the grocery store or in a passing car. She's with other people. New friends.

Sometimes she doesn't see me, but most of the time she does and pretends I'm a stranger.

"I'll be with the Society until nine, so I told your Dad to put the lasagna in the oven when he gets home from the hotel. I forgot, did you say you're working today?"

"Yeah, from ten till three," I tell my mother as we both stand in the kitchen.

"Can you pick Perry up from piano? It ends at—"

"Three-thirty, I know. I'll get him."

She strokes the side of my face. "Thanks, Love. I better get going. Today we're deciding on the color theme for the Equinox Festival."

"Isn't it always brown, red, and orange?"

"I'm hoping for a pop of gold — I think it will add a touch of glam, you know?" She grabs her keys, phone, and travel mug from the counter. "Anyhow, I'll see you later. And if your dad forgets about the lasagna—"

"I'll put it in the oven."

"What would I do without you," she ponders then blows a kiss as her keys jingle.

Once she leaves through the front door down the hall, it's only us kids in the house. Perry and Harper are still asleep in their bedrooms, but I've been waking up early the past few days. I like being alone in the morning anyway.

I grab my mug of steaming herbal tea and sit at the breakfast table. The large black-framed window to my right displays our native trees out back. Soon the green on their leaves will break down for more exciting colors. Tomorrow is the first day of September, and although it's not yet autumn, I like to pretend it is. The weather of the mountains yields to my imagination — one of the many things I like about living in Black Lake.