I looked at him like that's not possible. I haven't felt anything out of place; my healing abilities were questionable; my pain resistance is not an issue; but to think I have holy power, I'm not that surprised when I hear I'm a wood spirit or I'm made of a block of wood. My affinity with plants has been very strong; I can make flowers bloom no matter how hard it is to take care of them, but holy powers are not something that must be obtained; this will lead to the possibility of— a war.
Holy powers are greatly revered; that's why the church and the royal family have been in contact together. The lineage of blood has great influence, and the mages and demons cannot be compared to holy abilities. Mages can be taught and learned; they are selected if they are found to have talent in their mental capacity, but holy abilities are entirely different; they are born with them by chance. Just the presence of a person with holy power will change the lives of those around them. An example is that a sick person living next to a saint can restore their health, and the stronger they are, the more they attract other people with holy potential. Just like the hero
I looked at him and spoke in disbelief, "How is that possible?" Then I looked at my hand, and I thought negatively, 'I'm worth a thousand lives'. I stopped myself from thinking; my mind always thinks of something unhinge whenever it wants to. I breathed in and out, steadied my thoughts, and looked around. I saw a vase with one single wilted red rose. I went up to it and held it in my hands, but nothing happened. Then I tried it to blew on it, and it flutters with vigor. The dried, brown, wilted rose has come to life.
I dropped the rose on the floor. Does that mean I'm going to fight for my life this time? I didn't want to hear this. I wanted to go back in time and beat myself up, but nothing could be done. I'm just going to face it. I sighed internally, Ignorance is a bliss'. "Genevieve," I heard someone call my name, and I looked at him, "when have you known?" He looked down, then walked up to me. I stepped back, and he stopped his steps. "I'm asking you a question!" I look at him with vigilance. I have been very quiet for a long time, even in the past. He is an anomaly, just like me.
Letlicia is the most questionable evidence that can be seen; his powers in the royal palace are not normal. How can a child survive in that place alone? I started to think more complicated thoughts, some of which could be answered simply and others that couldn't. This is my weakness. I overthink things if I'm stressed; I can't see or hear anything other than my thoughts shrouding my head: "Gen... a grip... yours—" I see Christians saying something, but I can't hear them.
He walked over, and I got scared, cold sweat falling down my face. "Wait! Don't come over here! I'm sorry, but just don't move. I don't know why. Just stay there." He just watched me try to calm myself. I've breathed in and out a dozen times, but it's not working; something is not right. I took off and ran. I looked back at him and said, "Don't chase me!" Seeing him raise his hands in the air and look dumped made me feel worse. I ran down the hallway; the maids were gone. I went to the garden and saw a tree with yellow leaves, the gingko tree, that made me think, Is that why I have been staying near you all of the time? I mumbled, ran up to it, and touched the tree. The scent of grass being carried by the wind in the darkness envelops some tranquility in my unstableness. 'What was that?'
Is it this gingko tree? But why now? My emotions are not this bad; I can handle much worse than this: learning about my holy powers, being told I'm made from a piece of wood—no, that's not it. What is missing? I tried to rethink them, but I couldn't piece them together. My memories are not normal; I can recall a lot of things before, but now it's hard to tell what happened, and I became too emotional. Then I thought, 'I want to unsubscribe for being a tree for a lifetime'. Both of my hands held my hair as I crouched down next to the gingko tree. I'm beginning to believe I shouldn't have met with this guy; this is a lot of work.
I suddenly heard some foot steps on the grass. I looked back in the dark at the moonlight and saw his worried face. I noticed his uniform. I didn't get to see it because I was in a bad mood. His body is fit but not masculine. His uniform accentuates his body proportions perfectly. I thought, Even after seeing it every day, it's hard not to be mesmerized. He walked up to me. He knelt on one knee. His hand held my cheeks softly. I was surprised; I almost felt the warmth of the man's hands, even though I can't feel temperature. Then he asked, "Are you alright?" Popping my thoughts, I looked at him, trying to see my situation: this man, why hasn't this man confessed his feelings for me? Doesn't he get tired of all my frantic personality? I looked at him, held the hands he placed on my face, and leaned onto them. I could feel it stiffening. Then I said, "I apologize. I have been really troubled lately. I just think you don't talk to me like before." I look down, trying not to meet his eyes.
"We did talk before, but your replies are just pointless," I told him. We've talked before, but it's nothing but baseless nonsense. I know what has already happened to the people outside, the royal family, and the demon fraction, but I wanted to know what has happened to him. "Tell me." I look at him, trying to get him to talk. The night wind blowing the leaves makes a sound, dispelling the tension that was created before. He looks down and says, "Do you want to hear what I want to say?" He looks at me seriously and says, "What if you panic and run away again?" He followed up on his words. I threw myself at him; he caught me, and I hugged him—I'm really not good with anything related to affection—his heart beat fast, and I hugged him tighter. I told him "Just hug me tight; don't let me run away then".