who is Hadrian?” he questioned, “a boy,” she told him, closing the notepad and walking over to her desk, turning on some music, “a boy?
do you love him? is he evil?” Zile asked, “I don’t love him, I like him, a lot, but we can never be together, he’s good,” Pamara explained, “you’re damn right you can’t be together,” Zile bellowed. Pamara glared at her father and a swarm of black particles fluttered around him, “go back to hell,” she hissed, as the black particles transported him from the room. Later that night, a fourteen-year-old boy sat on a wall. He ran his hand through his blond hair impatiently before glancing at his watch. “Sorry I’m late,” a female voice said, then Pamara blinked in, “I’m just glad that you’re here now,” he told her, standing up and holding her in his arms, before they shared a passionate kiss. “Hadrian, I can’t do this, it’s against everything my family has built up, you’re good,” she stated, pulling away, “exactly, that’s why I feel so much towards you, we’re like Romeo and Juliet,” he said, “Piper and Leo,” she whispered, “what?” he asked, “nothing,” she replied. The following morning, Warre
