Like that one solitary star Sera saw every time she closed her eyes, they were a reminder that she would never be abandoned by the magic she had loved so much. Not the magic of hygge spells and enchanted cabbages, no, but the magic of a lit window on a dark night, the magic of the wild green land, the magic of birds’ nest boy hair and trampolines and hot tea and glacier eyes lit with laughter, the magic of living, living, living. That was the magic that made the wildflowers bloom.
Ok v sweet but seriously?! She didn't get her magic back?! 😫💔
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