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——Esma's P.O.V——

I have a secret to tell.

For some reason, in this moment, I feel like I've completely forgot about Adam entirely. But when I do remember him, about this whole thing, I'm not driven towards him like I was before.

The magic is wearing off already, I can feel it. It's only been a couple of days, is this normal?

I don't tell Everton. I don't want to leave this place.
I don't want to forget.

We are at the level in which small children are running around.
They look like normal children of course, but have their tiny wings attached to their backs.
I stare in awe at their adorable faces. They must be about five or six years old.

Everton walks towards a classroom door on the left hand side.
As the door opens, I see children that look about nine or ten years old. Their heads all turn our way, then smiles appear on their little faces.

"Everton!" Whispers shout from the room in delight. Everton walks in first, gazing at the children with a smile spread across his face.

I really like his smile. Wait? What?

I blink for a very long time to get the thought out of my head.

Faith comes to us, gesturing us Into the classroom. "Hello guys, come in."

"Class, this is Esma." Faith introduces. "She is Everton's... friend, that will be staying here for a little while."

I bit my lip and wave shyly to the class of staring children.

"Are you his girlfriend?" One kid shouted out. I felt my face go red.

"No, Clare, they are just friends." Faith smiles at the little girl.

"Friends with benefits?" A boy asks.

Oh my god.
This will be a long day...

"How do you even- Don't be rude, Sam." Faith frowns, having a strong tone.

Faith directed us to one of the group tables. Everton was at the table with all the boys and I was with the girls.
We started an activity that included helping the kids draw and paint.

We all had to draw or paint the best day of our lives.
Which was easy for me. But everyday of being in this world has been the best day of my life. So instead I draw the first day I met Everton.

Now, I don't mean seeing Everton was the best day. No way.
But it's because I was told of another dimension and it was the first time I went in the pod and saw it.
I thought I had been dreaming.
Of course, when I got there... it had some down sides, like when everyone was staring at me from yelling at Everton...

He did deserve it though.

•••••

——Evertons P.O.V——

I watch as Esma downs another drink.

I got her to taste an alcohol that was extremely popular to Cupid's.
Its like a fresh, icy, cranberry, fruity taste. Yet I don't think she knows it's alcohol.

"This is so good." She says pouring herself another.

"Ah, I should let you know that it's alcoholic." I point out.

She's only had two.
It takes about four or five to actually get drunk on it.

"Really? That's even better. I feel like I haven't had a de-stress drink in a while."
She smiles.

"You have good eyebrows." Esma comments.

I frown at her. "Your being nice and smiling at me... yes, something is definitely wrong. Your tipsy." I work out.

"I am not." She looks me straight in the eyes. "Can't I complement a guy now?"

I smirk. "Sure you can."

"Hmph." She sips some more.

"No more after that one." I say taking the bottle away from her.

"Why not?"

"Because, you'll be drunk, and may regret it." I say, pulling the bottle further out of her reach.
She huffs and frowns at me.

I smile, "Your already tipsy, dear."

"I'm like 25."

"Your 19." I correct.

"Damn you." She says chugging the rest of her drink. "I'm going to have a shower."

"Okay, just don't slip. There towels already in there." I tell her pointing to the door to her left. I watch as she walks in and shuts the door.

I pour myself one glass and put the bottle away on the high shelf where she can't reach it.

Who knows what she's like when she's drunk. She could actually burry me in the ground if I piss her off too much. Or the slightest bit.

Suddenly I hear a high pitched scream from the bathroom. I jumped from my chair and ran to the door. My heart was beating out of my chest so much that it hurt.
"ESMA?!" I yell banging on the door.

Please don't make me brake down my precious door.

"IM GONNA DIE." Esma yells from the inside.

My door or a dying person?
Mmmm...

"Step away from the door." I tell her before front kicking my door through.
The door fell with a thud. Rip to my perfect door.

I look around to find Esma wrapped in a towel standing in the far corner shivering.
"What? What? What?" I say panicking.

"S-ss-ssspider!!" She points to the dot on the floor.

A dot.
A tiny spider.

I broke down my beautiful door for this?

"It's huge!" Esma shrieks.

"It's tiny!" I frown, emphasising the word.

"Tiny?" She mimicked,
"Are you hallucinating!?" Esma yells at me.

I roll my eyes. "Your the one hallucinating. You've had three drinks, so that means your seeing three times the size of that spider."

"Your talking nonsense!"

"Oh gosh." So this is tipsy Esma. God knows what she's like if she's drunk.

"It's coming to get me!" She exclaims.

"For the love of sweet mother of Jesus." I roll my eyes and step on the spider with my shoe.

"Better?" I ask her.

She let out a sigh. "Thank god, that could have eaten me alive."

"Really? That's a shame... I really would have liked to see that." I stand with my hands on my hips.

She stuck her tongue out at me.
How childish, I chuckle.

"Now it's going to haunt me as a ghost." She says looking at the squashed spider.

"Well, if it makes you feel better, it will haunt me because I'm the one who stomped on it." I shrug.

"It's still looking at me." She whispers.

"Esma, it's dead." I explain.

"Are you sure though?" She scrunched up her nose.

"Positive." I raise my eyebrows.
"I shall leave so you can get dressed." I say, my eyes skimming over her body.

Her face flushed red.
"Oh, yes. Get out."