Carolina
I woke up to the smell of herbs. Last night, I thought that I had imagined it. I even thought that maybe I had brought some of the scents from the witches’ haven.
But it was already morning. The scent should have somehow died down. The window had been wide open the whole night, and what a night it was. Daniel had been behaving strangely. It almost looked like he hated me or was too disgusted to even be near me. He could at least have said something.
Was it my scent? Did the herbal smell remind him what I was? A witch. Or, could it be that my appeal towards autonomy had somehow put him off? Independence had felt so good. It made me feel like I was the girl I used to be – the wildest among three siblings. Daniel had so much of an effect on me – that I just wanted to nurture hi
