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Magda looked up in concern as Sela slid down into the seat beside her. The look on her face was one she was very familiar with, but not from Sela. Never before had she seen Sela look so afraid. Indeed, she had always been the kind of woman who inspired fear in others, rather than the other way around. So it was strange, to see her like this.
“What’s wrong?” Magda asked.
“I’m under a compulsive truth spell and I’m scared it’ll make me tell you something I don’t want to, like that-” Sela blurted all of this out in one breath, cutting herself off by shoving a finger into her mouth and biting down.
Magda didn’t know what to think. They hadn’t been dating for long, and Magda had accepted that Sela didn’t wish to talk about her past, but this was something else. This absolute confirmation that a woman she had grown to love was hiding things from her sat uncomfortably in her chest. Maybe the secrets weren’t so bad, just little things Sela didn’t wish to discuss. But, if that was the case, why would she go to such lengths as these to hide them? Even now, Sela was muffling her speech with her own hand, heedless of the pain she must be feeling.
Magda didn’t want to hurt her, but part of her longed to pull that hand out of Sela’s mouth. She wouldn’t, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to trust Sela the same, after this.