That didn't just happen. I stare at the moon on my hand in disbelief.
I'm marked.
Marked
We are a match.
The pain of the whole experience had brought me all the way back. I was exhausted. Gods what the heck happened? How did that happen? I watched myself as if outside my body.
Looking into his eyes my heart raced. No no no not cool so not cool. I got to go. I can't stay here a second longer. I can't stand to be around them. Around HIM. I pull myself away and I turn and run. I yank open the doors and I run, down the hall through the entryway and out the front door. Run to the stables and I look for Priscilla. My Pegasus, gifted to me by my mother, actually, on my 10th birthday. She was white with a black patch on her chest above her heart. "Defected". My mother knew how I loved "broken things". I just need air. I need to think. I need space. I find her in her stall. "come on sills, we gotta go now" I unhook her gate and bring her to the door. I put my saddle on her back and I climb on. I hear the sound of footsteps. It was HIM. I turned away and took off.