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out.”
    I shook my head. “No one calls me Ambrosia.
Did Alistair tell you that was my name?”
    She moved her chair closer to me and took
both of my hands in hers. She smiled a sweet perfect smile that
held a twinge of sadness and shook her head. “He’s a good
friend.”
    “Violet,” I played with her name across my
lips again. Her name floated across the table and the word held a
hint of familiarity in it. Despite the uncomfortable situation I
now found myself in with her, saying her name and holding her hands
as I did, I suddenly felt completely at ease. We sat there like
that for a moment, not wanting to disturb the sensation of clarity
and comfort I suddenly had felt. Who is this girl? In the back of
my head I could hear the music in the bar thumping in rhythm and
the sounds of the crowd talking, laughing, making out, but it was
all just background noise. Nothing was real except the sensation of
her hands in entwined between my own and suddenly, without
movement, I felt her mouth on mine.
    She tasted like strawberries and lilacs and
in one beautiful moment of time I felt whole. It wasn’t the first
time I’d ever been kissed, or ever been kissed by a girl, but there
was something in this kiss that drew me into a sensation I had
never had. I felt like I as flying and dreaming all at once. The
ground had no meaning and the sky was made of effervesces. Nothing
in the world made sense anymore. Just as suddenly as it began the
sensation stopped and I felt the table jarringly appear under my
arms.
    He was standing over her pushing his glasses
up with the back of one hand and, holding her shoulder with the
other as she drew back from my kiss. “Vi, we have to go. Now!” He
seemed very angry, but not that his girlfriend was kissing another
girl. In fact he didn’t even look at me during the entire exchange.
He kept his eye averted towards the front door of Marco’s and he
pulled her hand out of mine, carefully not touching me and
practically dragged her out of the chair. “You’re empathy is
drawing too much unwanted attention towards her. We are leaving.”
She pulled her arm back from him and put it on his chest whispering
something into his ear. He nodded and released his grip on her.
Violet clearly would not be rushed. He stepped back impatiently
looking towards the exit ignoring me altogether.
    She took my hand again and leaned across the
table to whisper in my ear. “I’m sorry, Amy. We have to go. They
can sense us here and it is not the proper junction for a battle.”
She paused for a moment, considering her next words. “I’m sorry.
You’re going to have to choose.”
    I sucked in my breath and blinked back the
tears as a force of sorrow came over pouring into my heart. I
looked down to keep from crying while I tried to process what she
said apart from the overflowing emotion convulsing through my
mortal frame. Choose? That word brought about darkness and light
through my soul and the feeling of being shattered into a million
pieces overtaking every once of my being. The words may no sense to
me, but the feeling behind the hopelessness of it was strong and
true. The information that I did not carry, did not dismiss was the
fact that I knew this was not good news.
    When I looked up they had both gone. I
quickly felt nauseous and in need of escape as the words replayed
themselves in my head ‘you’re going to have to choose.’ I didn’t
understand what she meant, but the emotion hiding behind those six
words were deep and distasteful. I felt as someone had struck me
across the face. I could taste salt and realized I had bitten my
lip. Quickly texting Alistair that I didn’t feel well and that I
would meet him at home, I took a cab to the corner of my street,
but as I walked up the sidewalk to the former chateau that was now
converted into apartments I felt as though walking inside would
awaken me from the strange waking dream that I had been having all
evening and I just wasn’t quite ready to