BLOOD LEGACIES

I took a deep breath before knocking, sighing again as I waited while rubbing the back of my head. I don’t know why but I was super nervous, probably because I haven’t exactly seen Emma for a week now and I miss her, that was why I came... well mainly because of my main purpose but surely she was my main focus point, she always is...no matter how I tried to tell myself that she might not see me as I hoped, or she might never have feelings for me and always see me as a friend, in spite of that there was this strong stimulus I felt to her.

I knew for real it has to do with her magic, vortexes have a trait for that, attracting witches with powerful magic. I have never thought of myself as powerful but feeling this way was clearly a glimpse of my future, maybe I might be a badass.

I mentally chuckle in my head at the thought of it. But mentally I refuse to believe it was just that... I was eagerly convinced that it wasn’t just about magic attraction but the subdued feeling I had for her that kept growing no matter how much I didn’t want it to.

I tried to stop thinking about her but I couldn’t, I tried breaking her from my thoughts I can’t, I wanna be a good friend to her as best as I could... someone she would need and run to whenever she was scared, someone she needed to hold... but I don’t think that can happen, she always runs to Dace no matter what. And I was determined to change that, that was my new goal for this year, making sure I become a friend she can lean on.

I’m still trying to grasp the reality that Emma will never have romantic feelings for me, it hurts but I guess I can only be a friend to her. I remembered the time I tried to force my feelings on her, but that did not work at all and she ended up forcing herself too... when I kissed her after the emotional connection with my mom, she said nothing about my approach and that was what egged me on to kiss her again and I shut my brain thinking she wants it as much as I did but I was wrong.

I was always wrong when it came to my feelings for Emma, if my feelings hurt her then I chose to bury them and sacrifice them for her, as long as she can still run to me, I don’t think I can bear the fact of her hating me, that will kill me. I was usually the guy who didn’t let feelings hurt me as much as I wanted. I was mentally convinced I could control them and wield them as I pleased and not fall a slave to them, but I was wrong.

My feelings for Emma taught me to look at it from a whole different perspective, I got to reconnect with my mom and make ease with my pain because of Emma, I got to experience strong emotions because of Emma, it was all because of her, ever since I met her in class and felt that spark, I knew that moment she came into my life and changed it.

A smile formed on my lips at that mere thought. That was when I finally heard footsteps, I was too lost in my head without hearing it the first time. I quickly straightened up and adjusted my jacket and rubbed the back of my neck, a nervous habit of mine.

My heart almost leaped when the door opened and hoping to see a petite figure with short strawberry-curly blond hair and beautiful green eyes that got me memorized... but well I did meet with green eyes but not the one I was hoping for, the owner of this one had a tall stature the same height as me and broad frame with damp hair and a towel on his head like he just came out of a shower, at least he has his shirt on and shorts.