❃°•°❀°•°❃°•°❀°•°❃°•°❀°•°❃°•°❀°•°❃°•°❀°•°❃❀°•°❃ The world's not perfect, but it's not that bad If we got each other, and that's all we have I will be your brother, and I'll hold your hand You should know I'll be there for you ❃°•°❀°•°❃°•°❀°•°❃°•°❀°•°❃°•°❀°•°❃°•°❀°•°❃❀°•°❃ “Aura! I am back! Where are you?”, Dexter asked as he cheerfully entered my room. “Yeah, you don’t knock. Do you?”, I asked him sarcastically. He looked down, with a sad face. “No need to fake it. I know you don’t mean it. By the way, I am going out today. You have the house to yourself. Goodbye”, I said and I walked out, without looking at him. I was so upset of just existing, and livin on other people’s expenses. Dexter could throw me out any second, it was better that I leave before itself. “Aura! Where are you going? You could be in danger!”, he said as he came running and blocked the door. “I don’t mind being in danger for one. Did you forget that I am a witch?”, I asked him. “And did you forget when you decided to cut ties with them, you broke your wand?”, he asked. “Doesn’t mean I don’t have any other wand. And not like you care for me. After all, I am just a pity case. An illegitimate daughter with a dead lover and blamed for something that she has probably done but says would never do”, I snapped at him, and loved the way he turned red. “You- something is wrong Aura. This is not you. You are nice, sunshiny, and always supportive”, he said back. “Perhaps I got tired of being your Guardian. Perhaps I am tired of just existing! Without anyone, or anybody who trusts me and considers my feelings!”, I shouted back. “Great. Now I have to babysit you”, he mumbled. “What was that?”, I asked him as I glared at him. “Go back to your room and think about what you’ve said. You are not going anywhere”, he said. “That’s not for you to decide”, I retorted. “My house, My rules. Go to your room, now!”, he ordered. Dexter could be harsh, but it was so rare. And this was one of the less rare times he had shouted at me. I silently went back to my room, trying to figure out a hole out of this mess I had created. Sometime later, Dexter came in with soup. “Do you feel any better?”, he asked. “In what sense?”, I snapped back at me. “You know, the more you snap at me, only the more amused I will be. Forgot the last time you tried acting snappy?”, he asked. Hell no, I remembered it only too well. “As a matter of fact, I remember it only too well.”, I replied. “Great. How do you feel?”, he asked. “Hopeless. Dependent, and very unwanted”, I replied, grudgingly. “Great. That’s a good start. You need therapy”, he replied. I looked at him, bewildered. “Are you trying to say that I have gone mad?”, I asked him. “You will if you don’t try to see the good in people, Aura. I love you and I do want you to live with me. I don’t know what is wrong but you need to understand. Try it for some time, see things through a different lens. Maybe you could make it after all without therapy”, he said and hugged me. “I thought you weren’t a hugger”, I replied as I awkwardly hugged back. “I am not. But I make exceptions”, he said as he smiled at me. “Well. That settles things between us for now. Promise me you’ll never feel anything but love for me”, I told him. “I don’t need to. You know that is the truth”, he replied but kept his hand on mine, none the less. I felt better almost immediately. Maybe I had been too hasty in judging things.
