The Watch serie I: The Stone of Destruction
A long time ago people possessed the Watch. Wars broke out to get it, people died. The last person who had it in his power was Glorian. He wasn't attracted to the urge to get more power, because that's the...
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Mitch kissed someone in front of me. I shouldn't mind so much and shouldn't care about it, but I can't ignore the fit of jealousy and anger.
Mitch looks over his shoulder for a short while and for a moment it seems like he's giving me the words 'I'm sorry' mimet, but then - again - he breaks off eye contact and frantically takes over the notes from the blackboard behind the teacher.
"Hazel?"
I look at him with a blurred sight. Tears are reawakening when I see his worried face, he has been so sweet to me lately.
He has taken me out of my pit, but now it feels like I am deeper than ever. It feels impossible to get out of it.
He opens his arms and I fall into them. The smell of apples and mint surrounds me and I breathe in deeply to remember its smell. I hide my head between his neck and shoulder and feel him tighten against me, when I blow out my breath.
A soft sniff escapes from my mouth when I think of Mitch again. I feel Pax's arms strengthening around me.
It lets me know that he will protect me, that he will always be there for me. Even in difficult times, like now.
"It's okay, Hazel. Just cry, let everything out," he whispers in my ear and rubs my back at the same time.
And I do.
I let out all the tears of the past few weeks, it feels relieved, it feels like it's been reborn. To finally have someone to comfort me.
I have to forget about Mitch. I have to banish him from my head. It only hurts me, it doesn't help to cry about a boy who doesn't see you. Who only hurts you.
He may have been my best friend in the past, but I wonder how I never saw this side of him then. The side that hurts me and is not as sweet as it appears.
Who suffocates you when you really need it and preferably also helps you to get the oxygen far away from your lungs.
But Pax, Pax lets me live. He makes me forget everything. I can talk to him for hours and then it feels like we've spent a few minutes.
With Pax, time seems to go way too fast.
When I come home in the evening and lie in bed, I have a smile on my face. Every time before I fall asleep, I think about him and how he is full of new adventures every time. We do things that I wouldn't have done myself.
With him I feel myself come to life.
The wooden door is knocked three times hard, which makes the sound vibrate through the air. My breathing has become neutral again and I get out of our embrace. Pax throws me a little smile and studies my face.
He brings his hand up and to my face, but then he wants to pull it back. He looks at me for permission and I give him a little smile, which seems to gather his courage again and he gently strokes his thumb over my cheek.
