Amelia
A year went by. At first, I stayed with the witch I had met in Brooklyn, spending my days researching book after book, crying myself to sleep at night. Slowly the ache began to fade, or at least I began to become numb to it. I could feel his pull, but it felt weaker and weaker. I tossed my phone, opting for a new one, going radio silent on him. I felt more guilty about cutting ties with Archie, he hadn’t been the one to hurt me. I knew he wouldn’t want to betray me, but if he found out where I was, he would have to tell Damien. One night, I opened a portal to his house, leaving him a goodbye letter on his kitchen table, as I turned to portal back to Brooklyn, I saw him in the doorway. He smiled sadly at me but didn’t try to stop me as I left again. I focused on my magic, working wi
