The platform around us remained silent except for the soft rustle of moss under shifting feet and the distant hum of fairy dust in the night air.
Roselyn's leg was almost completely healed now, so I felt it was time to ask the rude question;
"Uh... What did you mean by 'my true self'?" I asked her, keeping my hands steady on her shin as the last threads of bone and flesh knit together. "Did you not see your own fears?"
"Oh…?" She looked up thoughtful, her golden eyes distant for a second. "My fear? No, what I saw was a really sexy man with reddish brown hair in a ponytail, with a super handsome face."
"Really?" I wondered if she was scared of hot men. "Then what about that scared you?"
As she tried to recall, her body shivered again against my hands, like remembering trauma, except she was smiling.
"That…" A sweat dropped from her face, rolling slowly down her cheek. "I felt like he was going to kill me. No, I thought I was already dead."
