Despite the guilt of not letting Apha Caius know, I feel a strange anticipation the next day. Unbeknownst to me, I walk towards the outskirts and find her there. A smile blossoms on my face.
She perks up when she looks at me. She must have been waiting for me too, I think. However, in the back of my mind, I can’t help but think why she hasn’t left this area.
“Why are you still here?” I ask aloud.
She shifts as if making space for me to sit. I comply as if we are long-time friends.
Strangely, Delilah and I strike an unlikely bond. We spend hours talking under the moonlit sky, and the lines between reality and fantasy begin to blur. I know it’s getting dark and I should be going and as I am about to say so, Delilah says, “You are a half-witch too.”
The words are spoken so suddenly t
