Aurora D'Angelo / Isla Smith
After the night out, I managed to deal with my Friday routine, barely. I went through the motions. First class, Marketing… the fun creative class, felt bitter, especially when my head drifted away, and I thought about the hollow, gaping hole in my chest that was left after I saw him kissing another woman.
I am not a regular supernatural, and I am a first-generation of this tangled mix of bloods…there are some textbook things that don't apply to my case, so this is a whole mess of unknown waters that I have to navigate alone.
My friends are right: if I go home this weekend, my parents will notice. My skin was pale, my eyes hollow… of course they would notice, and that would end my dream with a snap of fingers. My father would worry; he would want to know f
