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21 " Novaleigh, you have fallen out of focus. Lost sight of who you are and what you truly want to be. "
― Brynn Myers , Falling Out of Focus
22 " What’s wrong? Where’s Gavin?” Mabellio grabbed my shoulders as I tried to barge through the door. “He’s fine.” He paused. “Now.” “Oh my God,” I cried. “I want to see him.” Golar spoke in a calm, soothing tone. “You may, but understand he will need time to heal before he can journey anywhere. You both are welcome to stay, along with Oliver, of course, until he is able.” I nodded my head quickly. “Thank you.” I started to walk through the doorway but turned back towards Golar and Mabellio. “Do you know how or why he is even here? I am utterly confused. This is my dream. My nightmare. How is he a part of that? "
23 " Gavin turned to leave, and I was right behind him so I could close the door when he walked out, but he stopped short and turned back around. I bumped straight into him, our faces close, too close, at this point. “I’ve missed you,” Gavin whispered. "
24 " In an instant, five harlequin-like clowns emerged and began to perform all kinds of acrobatic tricks, encircling us––correction...corralling us. They were graceful but a little creepy too. They were wearing black and white costumes that were form fitting and appeared to move like some psychedelic drug trip when they flipped around. That of course was odd, but not nearly as odd as the chant they were singing as they continued to perform their tricks.See us dance.Watch us flip.Care to take a chance?We’ll only need a sip.Come to see our mistress?Or come to see our master?She can be quite viscous.But he is a disaster.We love them both, and we’ll let you choose.Either way, we wouldn’t want to be in your shoes. "
25 " You still smell like a human. They hate humans.” I closed my eyes and cried some more. It was my fault. You did this, Novaleigh. You killed an entire village of fairies. "
26 " She had everything from children’s books to the classics. She read it all and cherished each one. Whenever my pappa was away on travel, he would find a rare book and bring it home to her as a present, and she would be overjoyed. Nanna had no need for fancy jewelry or extravagant gifts, all she wanted was to read something that transported her into another world. "