Ashes (Sequel to Burned)(ON HOLD)

2-What's Happening?

A/N

Sorry this came in extra late. This is an important chapter. I hope you enjoy it! Dedication is to an awesome person<3

“You’re sleeping here tonight,” I heard Omar’s voice muffle in my shoulder. A tingling sensation flowed through me. Being so close to him was something I hadn’t adjusted to yet. I felt myself move closer to him, his head pressed against my shoulder.

“Your dad would kill us,” I laughed as Omar threw heavy, fluffy blankets atop of us. I sighed and lay back more onto the foot of Omar’s bed. We had just finished the movie and were trying to digest the junk we had just swallowed down on.

“And I care?” Omar mumbled, repositioning himself so that his arm was around my shoulder. I closed my eyes lightly as he brought the blanket towards my face and leaned into his body. My whole body relaxed and I tried to ignore what had just happened in the bathroom. My burns which seemed to be fading… My scars were once deep and red, abnormal to say the least; they were magical somehow.

When Lovereros had inflicted me with fire, something must’ve gone wrong. After all, fire and I weren’t exactly opposites. I was half-Igniseur which were fire-holders, according to Gregory.

Something must’ve gone wrong after flames had ripped through my scars on the day Lovereros’ assaults were put to rest. My scars were horribly sore after that, like something had escaped from them. Ever since that day, I had felt lighter on my feet and less of a Dollike… It was awkward; the way I felt… I felt I was missing a part of me and that something was igniting within the deepest, most uncomfortable part of my stomach. It was a weird feeling, like bees swarming in me, hitting at my stomach, almost ripping my skin

Ever since I had discovered the fading of my scars, I had been feeling horribly dizzy and light on my feet. It’s a bad feeling; something you don’t get often.

After my once relaxing shower was ruined by the fading of my scars, I had agreed with myself that I wouldn’t think too much about it. Stress wasn’t good for the body and that was the last thing I needed. Why stress over something you can’t change?

Omar’s fingers against my skin broke me from my concentration. I simpered to myself.

Why should I be stressful? I have an amazing boyfriend and an amazing guardian. I lived in a stable household where everyone was nice to me. I had an amazing, irreplaceable friend, Christina. I was being selfish.

Out of sudden rapture, I crashed my lips onto Omar’s without warning. He responded quickly, not even acting the slightest bit surprised. I snorted at his haughtiness. I closed my eyes lightly and kissed him hard with passion and desire.

Omar was amazing and I wouldn’t trade the world for him.

Yes, I didn’t feel the odd sensation of sucking a soul anymore but instead the sensation of a pure, legit kiss. It was official; my Dollike side of me was fading away gradually bit by bit and soon enough, it was going to be completely gone…

“You’re coming with me,” I said for the third time, this time, stomping my foot on the floor beneath me. I could feel fire rising from me.

“No, for the third time,” Christina murmured, shaking her head, causing her rich, lively brown hair to wave. I tilted her head up and gave her my nastiest glare. She looked taken aback. “Your eyes are scaring me, they look almost white,” she laughed, slapping my cheek playfully. I tried to hold back a smile but couldn’t.

“You took the liberty in coming here and now you don’t want to go? Why did you even come in the first place if you’re not intending to come?”