That’s the whole reason why she spread fake rumors about herself to begin with.
The wether today is acceptable. There’s a hint of rain outside. Distance cars can be heard driving by. We're currently at my house, circling the coffee table inside the living room. We’ve been engaging in a game for an hour now. And I’ve noticed how Fae isn’t so much focused on it. Normally, she’s the type to get all competitive when it comes to games. I lower my head to connect with her eyes. She’s staring a the deck of cards on the table, lost in her own thoughts.
I do this thing where I subtly kick the table to make it move and hopefully grab her attention, but even that doesn’t work.
When it’s her turn to make a move, she remains frozen.
“Fae, it’s your turn.” I remind her. Fae flutters back to reali
