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“Mira!”
Oh god, what now, you think as you look up from your phone, a singular eyebrow raised at the girl that’s stomping towards you. She’s holding a piece of paper, you notice as you narrow your eyes at her figure as your brain works overtime to analyze what’s going on.
“What”
“My room.”
Sure, whatever, you shrug as you get up from the comfortable sofa and waddle after the small girl. Whatever it is that got her so upset must be important. Her best friend might be a firecracker of emotions at times but angry, she’s usually never. You close the door behind the both of you before you turn around and give her a look that says Talk or I’m going back to binge watching Tiktoks.
“Look”, she says quietly as she nods towards her desk and the sudden change in mood gives you whiplash. You try to calm down and take a deep breath before you peek over to the table. Her tarot cards. Of course. It’s been somewhat of a running joke that she’s obsessed with anything occult – which makes sense as a demon hunter, now that you think about it – but lately, she’s been really going at it with her deck. Simple questions like Is today gonna be a good day or deeper ones like Have I lived before are sessions she holds on a regular basis, almost like it’s her version of reading the morning paper, so a part of you is annoyed. You’d never tell her to her face because if there’s one thing you cannot stand, it’s seeing your best friend’s pout. It kills you every single time and maybe makes you want to lean in and—
Not the point.
“What am I supposed to see?”, you ask slowly as your eyes wander over the cards laid out in front of you. And then it clicks. This is a love reading. She’s asking the universe to give her a sign about a crush. Your best friend has a crush and you don’t know about it. Oh god, why does it feel like the room just started to spin? You exhale through your nose, slowly like you were taught in therapy years ago whenever it felt like emotions were going to get the best of you. Usually it helps but how do you breathe away the heartache of knowing you’re too late, too much of a coward to say anything and now you’ve lost your only chance at love (even as you think this, you notice how goddamn dramatic you are because, first of all, you didn’t know who the reading is about actually. It could be you. It might be. You don’t think it is but who knows, maybe the universe is kind to you for once in your goddamn life? No? Oh well.).
“The Lovers”, she speaks it into existence and now you can’t ignore it any longer. It’s there, right in front of you, all laid out and you don’t know what to do. You may claim nonchalance about your best friend’s hobby but the second she told you about her latest hyperfixation, you sent the evening researching the best decks and what exactly every single card meant. Hell, maybe you even spiraled a little bit and made her an entire shadow book you never gave her. It’s always like that. You try in secret but when it comes down to it, you can’t open your damn mouth. Ironic, coming from the person who’s known to be a loud mouth, a rebel and a general nuisance to the people around you. It hurts. Knowing this is all your fault, that she slipped through your fingers because you couldn’t just confess to her, hurts. Maybe the universe is punishing you after all, forcing you to take a good, hard look at the choices you’ve made so far. Maybe running away doesn’t work here, maybe things won’t solve over time. Maybe you won’t find the courage to confess the longer you wait. Maybe now’s a good time to-