Laurent closed his eyes. He tried to forget Aimeric and the stuffy library. Instead, he thought abou

Laurent closed his eyes. He tried to forget Aimeric and the stuffy library. Instead, he thought about the window in English class. He thought about how he had felt crying in his room on that fateful summer night. If he had done magic those times, to do it again he just needed to remember what it had been like – His stomach gave a lurch. He remembered how he felt when the window flew open, when his bedroom furniture went flying. He had felt raw. Exposed, like a nerve. He could not put the sensation into words, because he had been beyond words at the time. He had simply felt, and the magic had happened.roses picked under a full moon at midnight by @desastrista for this year’s @captiveprincebb -- source link

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