This is a very fast write for me. It may be a bit choppy. It is very personal, but based in fiction.

There was a silence, one they only shared with each other. Their eyes would meet and suddenly the world was still. It was never uncomfortable or prolonged in fear. No, it was steady, real, and grounding. Comforting. Most of all, it was worth the wait.

She had been separated from Ronan ever sin...

Dear Fae, 

I no longer have the ingredients for the potion while I’m stuck here. It’s journaling time at the clinic and I need a way to get this to you. I talked with Dr. Norten a week ago, that wasn’t a wise decision. I should have just tried to get back. I’m starting to forget things so I need to write my conversation with Norten before I forget. Maybe I’m writing this as collateral for what h...

I have this issue. It’s pretty constant. I have this fear of missing out on everything… and I mean everything. When I look at the flowers that grow on the sidewalk, I’m upset because —stick with me here— I am missing out on their perspective. I don’t know what it’s like to be a flower or a bird or the person next to me. It’s a problem I hold and a persistent one at that.

            I’m sitting ...

The spell broke and suddenly she could see with fresh eyes. The clouds were no longer gloomy, but white, catching light. They looked puffed up—less gummy and soaked up like a sponge than she remembered. She could finally feel the sun kiss her eyes and the wind breathe on her skin. The hair on her arms no longer stood up, fear was no longer an afterthought. Tranqulity flowed over her effortlessly. ...