internal feelings towards both of them despite no one else having multiple love interests. So now I had more people involved…like way more.
The biggest issue? I had no idea how to separate lust from emotional connection because they felt so damn intertwined. Maybe it was because I was connecting with each of them even though I knew it would screw me over in the end. Then there was also the concept that had been taunting me in the back of my head. The one that said I’d been so lonely and deprived of love that now I was relying on multiple people, making me some sort of freak.
But…I didn’t think that was completely true because I was near damn positive the other boys could see what was happening and no one seemed to be regarding it that way. Sure, they were pissed, but they didn’t seem mad at me and didn’t find it odd that I could have emotions for several people. Maybe that was common in the supernatural world? Shaking my head I tried to not overthink it too much. Right now, there wasn’t anything to overthink, yet. Good luck, Ophelia.
When I pulled into my driveway, I looked up at the massive estate as the sky rumbled turning into a darker grey. At least it had held off, right? I closed my eyes and breathed in, trying to think through what had happened earlier.
I fucking swear that had been him. I try to recall what he looked like. His white hair and blue eyes. Had that been real or a dream? The shadow of the man in the forest hadn’t been a little boy but those eyes, they had speared through me.
I felt the cool shadows around me swarm across my skin for a minute as I inhaled sharply realizing for the first time that these were not actual fucking shadows. Shocking, I know. No these shadows smelled like magic and they rippled across my skin.
The world seemed to tilt as I closed my eyes tightly and groaned, vertigo hitting me hard. Holy shit. Above me, the sky broke open, but I was still trying to stabilize myself from that odd bout of dizziness, and rain fell down upon me like the gods were tossing me the middle finger. I tried to stabilize myself and got out of the car, the rain pelting my skin as black spots still clouded my vision. Reaching the front door I searched through my bag for the key.
“Fuck,” I muttered realizing that it wasn’t there. My bag was soaked, the notebooks ruined, my cell phone tucked into the bottom, and probably also ruined. Cursing mother nature, I decided to go through the back gate.
The other cars weren’t home so I opened the back door porch, which was unlocked, and tossed my bag in, the wet smack of material making me feel the heaviness of the day. I shrugged off my blazer and my boots, standing on the cool stone of the porch, my eyes trailing towards the maze.
A low hum sounded and harp music began to play, almost in synchronicity with the rain and thunder. The maze seemed to shimmer with energy so I found myself walking out the door. The rain felt cool on my hot skin and I found myself walking faster to the maze, my urgency coming out of nowhere. Maybe it was the sudden music that had appeared out of thin air? Or maybe it was something more. A wind blew through the thick bushes and I turned around, after passing the entrance.
Shit.
The maze was closing and not just at the entrance. I made a worried noise and began to jog through the trail as the bushes behind me threatened to pull me into their thorny grasp. I was nearly out of breath by the time I rounded what should have been one of the final corners. A shadow darted past me as the maze darkened. A laugh sounded around me and I froze, the maze going silent as a shiver trailed up my spine.
What in the ever-living fuck was going on?
I think I’d firmly come to the conclusion that in my favorite childhood tale I was the Mad Hatter, not Alice. Honestly, it was a healthy mentality finally realizing my truth and the thing I feared wasn’t insanity but rather that I was going to be lonely in it. Was I the only one hearing and seeing this shit? The laugh sounded farther away as voices began to