Slowly, walking into what felt like forbidden territory, I was afraid again. What if they find out. What I am. Demon. What would they do? I kept my eyes fixed on the floor as I walked. Room 12. I made it this far, no giving up yet. I opened the door to see no one there. A black room with one bed, one dresser, and one nightstand. “Guess I have my own dorm.” I muttered to myself. I dropped the duffle bag onto the floor and sat on the bed. “Just little old me.” I gave a slight smile to the dark room. It didn’t smile back.
I signed up for Wicca Group hoping to find others like me out there. Just making one friend is an improvement for me. And I did… Willow Rosenberg. Sitting in a chair unlike me who was seated on the floor between two other members. I didn’t catch their names though. Too busy with the red-head. She wasn’t like other girls at all. She was so, so flawless. She would send me a glance or two throughout the class. Every time she did I would quiver. No surprise there. I’m a lesbian. What a surprise, huh? Not.
Then I met her. I mean really met her. We were running from these things. Demons that looked worse than me. Even though they aren’t trailing too far behind in that department. But Willow, she was an amazing witch. Our power was more than I had ever felt before. That night, after the demons were killed, I went back to my dorm and inhaled deeply. “Wow.” is all that came out afterwards. I was so high on magic. Or was it love? I went back the next morning, to wear I usually see her sitting downstairs. I walked up to her and she looked up warmly and smiled with a smile as bright as my mother’s used to be. Oh did I miss that smile. We talked for a while that day. And the next. And the day after that. Eventually we became closer than friends and closer than best friends. I never told her she was my lover, but she never said anything to me either. It was unspoken and unnecessary. It was love.
Then Oz, her other love, came into town. It felt like the blade I kept hidden in my top drawer had come out of hiding and stabbed me over a thousand times all over my body. I felt sick in my stomach, sick in my head, and most of all, sick in my heart. This was, until she came to my door that night. I didn’t know who would be knocking on my door at almost midnight. Anyway, I opened it and to my surprise I was Willow. She had a candle and that look on her face that told me she knew what she was doing. I figured she would pick him over me, but she didn’t. She made love to me that night. For the first time. And for that night and that morning, I felt pure and whole. And I knew I was happier than I had ever been. Ever.
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