Page 117 of Obsession (Dark Revenge)
“I think many kids wanted that superpower.”
“Yeah, but I wanted to fly to get away.”
She turned her head to meet my eyes. “What about you?”
“Wings wouldn’t have been bad,” I agreed.
“Would that have been your ultimate superpower, or would you have wanted something else?” she inquired.
I shrugged again, turning my gaze back to the sky. “What does it matter? It’s not like we could grow actual wings.”
“Because this is what kids do. They dream. So dream a little.”
“Dreams won’t save you.”
“No, they won’t,” she sighed, and I heard her turn away from me. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t still dream. Sometimes they fuel us.”
“Is that how you survive everything?” I asked.
“No, I think you’re correct about me. I don’t have any tricks anymore. I just ignore it all, act like it’s all perfect. I can’t remember the last time I had a dream besides...”
I knew what she was referring to—kids. The one thing she would never have. “Maybe a miracle will happen,” I told her, hearing her turn her head. So, I did too, seeing her eyes grow big.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“The family you want. Maybe one day you will have it.”
Alison blinked rapidly, briefly appearing perplexed. Her expression then shifted to one of sadness. I couldn't fathom why my words were causing her distress. Wasn't a family precisely what she had desired?
Alison pushed herself up from the ground, and I did the same. However, as I turned to face her, she continued to gaze straight ahead, lost in her thoughts.
“Maybe we have played long enough. Want to go to the blue room?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder. “We can enjoy some cake afterward.”
“Why wait?” I asked.
She smiled a little, nodding. “Only because it’s your birthday can you have cake before dinner,” she teased.
We rose from the ground and made our way inside. She found the cake in the fridge and then turned to me, her expression suggesting she anticipated something from me.
“What?” I asked.
“Don’t you have candles?”
“Candles?”
“Birthday candles.”
“What would I need that for?”
“You blow out the candles on your birthday and then make a wish,” she explained.
“No candles.”
She let out a sigh, appearing somewhat disappointed. Afterward, she went to retrieve the whipped cream. She positioned herself in front of the cake, but then seemed to have a change of heart and handed it over to me.
“Let’s decorate it together. I still have some chocolate left. You can put on the whipped cream,” she suggested.
She went to retrieve some chocolate, but I had never decorated a cake before and was unsure of what to put on it. My indecision led to Alison noticing me simply staring at it.
