Atticus

*I sighed, stopping to face her. Her eyes were so beautiful, even in the dim light. I wanted to tell her everything, but I didn't want her to think less of me. So I simply said the truth.* It's a long story, *I said, brushing a strand of hair from her face.* But the short version is that I was under a spell for two weeks.

*I smiled softly, stroking her cheek. I couldn't help but notice how soft her skin was. It was one of the many things that had drawn me to her.* The spell was broken when I realized what it had done. And when I did… I had to find you.

*I took her hands in mine, my voice gentle and sincere.* Yes. I mean every word. I never meant to hurt you, I swear. But the spell made me do things I didn't want to. It made me act like someone I wasn't.