Nope!

(Author note. I feel bad cuz this story seemed to get a lot of hype and I think it has potential, it's just a bit rough for me to write. Because I don't really have many ideas. Well I have 1 big one for the ending but this is chapter 8. Not there yet. And the story profile here was more like "She meets random bitch or dick and uses mirror for fun. Or she becomes a bit of a bitch (as with the store owner)" and just constantly having "new situations for her" is not really my strong suit. If anyone wants to take over the concept. You more than have my blessing. But without Further ado. A new chapter while I have the motivation.)

Josh held my hand while in the theater. It torn me up seeing his worried face, because I knew this was going to hurt him. I felt ashamed both to be giving him this much and giving him so little. I think Luna was going to need a spanking later. She needs to be more careful. Otherwise good men get hurt. I was tempted to use the mirror on him but I couldn't really imagine a reason to justify it. I would leave him to Angelica. It broke my heart knowing I couldn't do anything more than that.

When the movie ended and everyone left, I squeezed Josh's hand. He sat down and looked at me. "What's wrong?"

"We need to talk," I said.

"Your worrying me," he said.

"I'm sorry, but we need to break up."

"What? Why! Did I do something?" he asked.

I shook my head. "It is a cliche but it isn't you its me. More than I could ever say it's me."

"What does that even mean! What does that ever mean!"

"Josh, I am trying to tell you. We can't be together."

"Don't you love me?" he asked.

"It isn't about that," I said.

"I need some sort of details. How else am I supposed to accept this," he said.

He was right. I should have been a bitch. That would have made it easier. But I couldn't bring myself to be cruel to this man. I smiled. "I do love you. I think I will always love you."

"Then-"

I pressed my fingers to his lips. "Let me finish. This is tearing me apart. It really is. I wish I could explain. I wish I could fix everything. I wish we could have worked. But there is much I can't do. I know it's selfish but I have two requests for you. One, accept what I have said. Two, give yourself one year. If in that time you grow to hate me, then so be it. But if not, text me. I'd love to be friends and keep you in my life if you would have me. I'm sure much of this will make more sense then."

"That's not fair," he said, tears welling up.

"I know. I won't blame you if you hate me," I said.

He left without another word. Fuck! I cried a bit myself. It had to be done, but wasn't magic supposed to be more fun! Ugh. Well. Angelica, it is up to you now.

The weekend came and passed without much. I didn't even have the heart to play with Luna. I just needed to recover a bit. Luna seemed to be okay with some space, it was probably an adjustment time for her too. She came in our room crying Monday afternoon. That shocked me.

"I hate it! I hate everything!" she screamed.

"What?" I asked. "What happened honey?"

She threw a paper at me. It was from English lit. Hmm. She got a 60/100. Rough.

"She is grading me worse cuz she hates me. I swear!"

I didn't reply, I just looked at the paper. This bares investigation. I was pretty good with English. I checked on google and yeah. No matter how you spliced it. This test deserved at least an 80. I went to Luna who was crying in her bed. "Luna dear. You were right, she is cheating you."

"I told you!"

"I'm going to go fix it. You rest, okay?"

"Wait, what are-"

I pressed my lips against hers breaking her thought process. "The correct reply is thank you and I will rest well."

She looked away, her cheeks blushing before she looked at me. "Thank you, and yes, I will rest."

I pat her head. "Good girl."