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“Are you sure?”
Sami approaches me and places his palm on my forehead, checking my temperature. Samael comes closer to me and touches me. Usually, I would ignite like a torch, but now I feel ice coursing through my veins.
“Sure,” a shiver runs through my entire body when my chest touches his, and I place my hand on his wrist, trying to push him away.
“But you're so cold! Are you feeling cold?” he says with concern, and the warmth of his pleasant breath seeps through the black mask covering his face, caressing my cheeks. “Why didn't you dress warmer today when you came to school?” His hands encompass my cold palms and vigorously rub them.
This is something I've never understood. Samael tends to make a big deal out of nothing when it comes to my health. I know I've always been a more vulnerable and sickly child, but I've never liked being treated differently, like a dying patient.
“I'm fine, Sami,” I step back and look at him uneasily. “You mentioned earlier that Manasseh told you something,” bringing up my biggest current fear.
The fact that Manasseh told him that makes me want to hide under a rock and never come out.
“Oh, yeah. Don't come to the family dinner. I won't be there, and I don't want you to be there either.”
My soul had almost left my body a few moments ago, but now it has decided to stay a bit longer. My breathing calms down, and the trembling subsides with it.
“Why?”
“I have no intention of celebrating my father's return. I don't know what was going through Manasseh's mind when he invited you to join us. I don't want you there, and that's final.”
When Samael says it, it's the end of the discussion.
“Fine,” I assure him, smiling at him, but at that moment, I glance at a new message and instinctively check it.
From: Satansseh
To: Rebex
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Why am I the only one cut out of all the pictures?
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And below, there is a photo of Samael from the last junior high celebration, where I had edited and cut out Manasseh, just like I always did.
My blood starts rushing as my heart gives me a jolt, and I panic, hiding my phone.
“Did something happen?” Samael asks me, confused.
“Nothing. My mom told me I have to stop by my dad, at the church, today. It's cleaning day. You know how unpleasant these days can be. I'll smell like incense and candles for a whole week,” I try to disguise an imaginary situation and force a smile.
“That's another reason why you shouldn't come to dinner. Your parents would be upset.”
“I know. That's why I'm not coming. Don't worry,” I wave my hand as if it's nothing.
But it's far from being nothing. In a parallel universe, I see myself eating at the same table with Samael for eternity.
“Fine,” Samael turns on his heel, ready to leave, but I stop him, grabbing his wrist at the last moment.
“Does the mask you're wearing have anything to do with your father's return?”
His eyes sharpen, and he pulls his hand away from mine.
“That's none of your concern. Just mind your own business, Rebecca!” He leaves, and I feel terrible once again.
Samael never talks about him.
