ÉMERIC
I watched her sleep. The rise and fall of her chest was so hypnotizing, it took my breath away. I removed the strands of hair blocking her face, still gazing at the face that made me want to be the best of who I was. I wanted to be someone she could be proud of; someone worthy of standing next to her.
A sigh left my lips as I checked the time by looking out the window. The sun wasn't up yet, but I could feel its heat. I leaned down and placed a kiss on the top of her hair.
“I will be back tonight,” I promised as I rose from bed. I walked over to my closet and grabbed my coat. I could tell how long the day would be. We would likely spend the day conversing about how to get our magic back, with no reasonable solutions to it.
Our magic is dying. Soon, we will be like ordinary wer
