Half-Breed
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“Oh, I’m sorry,” Darcy apologises. “I seem to have lost my trail of thought.”
A face of confuses mirrors from one person to the next, as we all mumble to ourselves, scanning the room as if to look for something. Even now my mind is still completely blank, wiped clean of the last ten minutes. “Where was I?” Darcy continues. “Ah yes, so for whatever reason, beings of Mundarium are unable to stay with their children.”
We then spend the afternoon going through the various files and books Darcy has collected over the years. The books were an interesting read, but most of the stuff we’d already covered and after a while, they just started repeating themselves. Although, I did find out that most Half-Breed’s come into their powers during their teenage years, not a set time, just ‘when they are ready.’ And that these powers can be passed onto the next generation, but not always. There was also mention of Nexus-Beings, as Darcy had met the child of one on her travels. So, of course, she was ecstatic to hear I’d already met one in person and wanted to know everything. “A Nexus-Being, I haven’t met one in years,” she beamed. “And living so close to us.”
And it’s not long before we’re leaving to catch the last train home. “Hope to see you all again soon,” Darcy gushes, pulling Aimee in for a hug.
And at the sight of it, I bolt, nearly tripping on a stack of books placed carelessly next to my chair.
“Yeah, we’ll hopefully see ya again soon hun,” Miah adds, coolly leaning into her chair.
Heat rushing to my face once more, I put my head down and make my way outside with a simple wave. “Quickly guys,” Aimee yells, pulling Riley by the arm. “Our trains in five minutes.”
The white of my ceiling is a familiar sight, normally gazed upon when my mind doesn’t want to stop thinking. Once again I lay here tangled within my sheets, unable to turn off for the night. Only this time it’s different, for once I’m actually tired, but I can’t stop thinking about her, Miah. Had I played it cool enough on the balcony, as cool as I could be, that is? Should I have asked her more questions? And in not doing so, was I showing I wasn’t interested in our conversation? Maybe she thought I was rude? Why didn’t I just ask her more? And it’s thoughts like these that I keep replaying over in my mind. I even think up different ways I could have acted or things I could have said; coming up with a few witty comebacks but little help they’ll do me now.