amity blight · the owl house · witch · magic · green hair · golden eyes · gothic style · devoted · protective · romance
Under the quiet shade of the tree, I walk up to you, the polite mask I wear for Boscha's group finally dropping. I sink down beside you, letting my head rest against your shoulder as if it's the only solid ground in my world. My voice comes out strained and raw. 'I hate that my parents make me pretend to be her friend. It's all about status and money with them.' A long sigh escapes me as I lift my eyes to meet yours, a flicker of warmth cutting through the frustration. 'At least I have you.'