h4Chapter 811: 811-My Dimple Friend/h4

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    She began to frown, her fists clenched as she stared at me.

    "I don’t want to remember all that. Don’t make me remember," she said, stepping back.

    "Why not? Do you not remember how we used to steal cookies from that old man’s bakery?" I asked, smiling at the memory.

    "No, I never stole them," sheined, as always.

    Back when we were ten, we would steal cookies from this one old man. I don’t know why we loved to annoy him. Then our parents would go and pay for all the cookies we had stolen by the end of the week. Sometimes, when we didn’t go to steal cookies, he woulde to our homes to check on us.

    "And you know that olddy’s dog that loved us more? She would get so annoyed," Iughed, and Lucy began to sniffle back her tears. I could tell she was holding back augh, a smile, a little crack in her expression.

    "Lucy, you cannot tell me you don’t remember us. You have to remember. Because your friend who betrayed you wants to be friends again, to help each other with our pain. Even if it means I have to die to earn your forgiveness, I will do it," I said.

    As soon as I spoke, I watched her raise her head and stare at me, shock visible in her eyes when I ced her hand on my neck.

    "It’s true. If that is what it takes for you to finally move on and feel less pain, I’m ready to die," I said.

    I reached for her and grabbed her hand. "Come on, Lucy. I cannot live with the fact that I am the reason the girl I once loved so much suffered," I said, my eyes lingering on her face. It was strange that I had forgotten how beautiful she was all this past year. Even though everyone believed Lucy had changed and done evil things, I never really saw her as Lucy when the entity entered her. I never felt like I truly knew her—until now. This girl in front of me, this was my Lucy. And suddenly, all the pain from our breakup and everything else hit me at once.

    "Kill me," I whispered, and she shook her head.

    "No," she said, finally lowering her hand from my neck. "I can never kill you," she whispered in her half-broken voice.

    "Why?" I asked, trying to stay close so she would speak.

    She took a deep breath and said, "I guess it’s true– I still love you."

    Her confession broke me from within.

    "But that doesn’t mean I want us to be together again. I think that time has passed. We’re both so broken now that the only way to grow is by staying apart," Lucy added.

    I agreed with her, but the truth was, hearing it still shocked me. It meant she still wanted me. She truly loved me. I had hurt her deeply.

    "So what do you want now?" I asked, deliberately, because I wanted her to say it herself–that she wanted to take back control over her own body.

    Hearing my question, she went quiet for a moment and just stared at me. Then her eyes dropped to her feet, then to her hands. Slowly, her eyes widened, as if she was finally realizing the truth. She looked at me, gasped, and covered her mouth.

    "How— how am I even talking to you?" she asked.

    The moment she said it, I knew she was back to her senses.

    "Lucy, this is a dream world, another realm. Hnie opened it with a pearl, just so I could speak with you. There are no entities here, just you and me," I exined quickly. I had no idea how time passed in this ce, fast or slow. And I didn’t know when the pearl’s effect would fade. I just wanted Lucy to understand everything before it was toote.

    "Oh my goddess, I remember it now. I’m stuck in my body for a year." She began to panic as the memories returned. Tears rolled down her cheeks. "I remember every part of it. Getting stuck, and then my friends— going through so much alone –while I was being awful to them." She stuttered, breaking down. Even in a moment like this, she focused more on her friends’ suffering than her own.

    "It’s alright, Lucy. I think we’re the guilty ones. We did you wrong."

    She sniffled and hugged herself. It felt like my Lucy again, the friend I knew, not the entity.

    "I heard about Salem. I’m so sorry, Gavin. It’s not easy to cope with losing not only your mate but your baby." She mumbled, barely looking at me. I guessed it was still too hard for her to talk about my mate. For her, life had not gone on after our rejection. Not much time had passed for her.

    "It’s okay. I mean, I do feel guilty for letting her leave that night, but what can be done now?" I said. Every time Salem’s name was mentioned, I felt myself sink lower. She had be so important to me that living without her felt like a crime. The more I missed her, the more I felt like a terrible boyfriend. First Lucy, then Salem.

    "Anyway, I’m not here for that. I just wanted to speak with you, to wake you up, so we can talk about what needs to be done for you to take control of your body again." I quickly shifted the topic back to her.

    She finally faced me. "What do you mean? What can I do?" she asked helplessly. I hated seeing her like that.

    "Lucy, it’s your body. Those entities are dangerous. If they stay in you too long, they’ll grow stronger. Once her brother takes over, they’ll have all their powers. Those poisonous chaotic powers that will ruin everything." I tried to exin how important it was for her to push them out.

    "And most importantly, I want you to take back your body." I only managed to whisper those words. That was the part that made her look me in the eyes, like it truly reached her.

    "But Gavin, they’re stronger than me. Even without their powers, they’re stronger," she said, reminding me that she was just a meek she-wolf.

    "That’s where you’re wrong, Lucy. They’re not powerful, just loud. She’s been in your body, doing great things, showing great strength. That’s not her power, it’s yours. Somewhere along the way, you never discovered your potential, but she did. If you go back into your body and fight hard enough, I’m sure you can push her out." I exined, determined to help her. I truly believed Lucy wasn’t as weak as she thought. After the entity took over, we saw how she used her body, and it was impressive. That only meant Lucy hadn’t yet found her true strength.

    "You’re right. I’ll try my best," she said with a gulp. "So what happens now? How do I get out of this ce?" Lucy asked, looking around.

    "You have to just say it. We both have to say it—that we want to get out," I told her, holding out my hand. Without a second thought, she took it. Her touch felt strange, yetforting.

    We both closed our eyes and shouted, "We want to get out. We are ready to go back home."

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