Serenity
'What if you showed me what happened? Can I try and see your memories?' I asked in mind-link.
My hand slowly trailed up his chest, where we lay on my hospital bed, to his jaw, tracing over the slight stubble. His fingers that had been gently trailing over my back, gripped and tightened into my pyjama top. We had only done this once, where Venus and I shared our childhood memories with Morgan; the wiccan version of mind-link. It wasn't like seeing a vision. You didn't watch the scene unfold before you, like a bystander watching a movie play out. You saw everything through their eyes as though you were them, feeling every emotion that they experienced.
‘They’re not pretty,’ he warned.
‘I know.’
A swirl of light in every colour imaginable took over my vision as I reached out for
