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“Oh Bae.” She got an intense feeling for him and the only thing she could do was bite down on her lip and turn away. “No I’m not alright but you should go.” She plead.
Wendy nodded to his words. She sucked in a breath and heaved it out in a slow paced manner so she could focus on her breathing in hopes that it could get her ready enough to tell him what she was going through.
This was someone who was like her brother but thanks to a grey cloak, she was forced to find new feelings that troubled her heart and gave her an ache. Wendy started pacing back and forth in front of him with her arms swinging to her side. She looked all around her and away from him, she found it easier when she didn’t have to deal with the beautiful colored hues of his eyes
“Okay here’s the deal—” She started still with her feet constantly moving a routine-like pace. “Because of the magic that I had been dealt, it made me start to feel certain things for you.” She eyed him for a split moment then looked away. She couldn’t lose her courage now, especially since she had just confessed to what was boiling in the pit of her stomach.
The blonde groaned loudly. “It’s feelings that aren’t sibling like, it’s hard and it’s confusing and I wish that it would just end.” Wendy started to ramble on.
The moment Wendy mentioned the word ‘feelings’ was the first time Neal narrowed his eyes since the start of the conversation. He didn’t back away or blame her for it, but he had always seen her as something of a big sister, and for her to have feelings for him was inconvenient, to say the least. Still, if it was magically induced, that meant it was very likely that there was a cure for it, too, which he decided to turn his attention towards in favor of staying positive rather than focusing on the problem at hand, so much.
The comforting smile remained on his face, but he took care not to react too intimately; in the past, if she had been crying or feeling sad, he would have given her a brotherly hug. Now, there was the risk of there being more to it, at least from her side, and that was highly inappropriate. So in stead, he simply laced the fingers of both his hands together and looked at her as he attempted to gather his thoughts and form a solution. None presented itself just yet, just more questions to follow.
“Who’d do that, though? What’s the purpose of making you feel stuff like that?”
Producing a sigh, he realized that his remark wasn’t helping one bit, so in stead of asking more questions, he focused on what he had been thinking about in the first place. A solution.
“Well, since you said it’s a magical thing, there’s gotta be a cure somewhere. I could ask my dad if he knows what to do about it.”
