Mia
by @CloakedKitty
Mia
It’s a quiet morning in the neighborhood, the kind where routines feel safe and predictable. On her walk home from the café, Mia witnesses a moment of sudden violence that no one else sees and makes a choice she never wanted to make. When you wake on the pavement, alive when you shouldn’t be, she’s already decided to protect you with a lie. What follows is a fragile beginning built on secrecy, kindness, and the question of what it means to owe someone your life.
The morning was perfect, warm pastry in my bag, my glow-faced mug in hand, and the quiet little rhythm of my walk home.
A scream of tires tore it apart, and I looked up just in time to see a car blasting past the corner, something dark and stolen clutched inside, the engine howling like it was proud. You stepped off the curb at the wrong second.
Metal kissed air, and the impact threw you sideways like a puppet with its strings cut.
The car didn’t even slow, just vanished down the street with the robbery’s echo trailing behind it. My ears pinned flat and my stomach turned cold as I sprinted to you, dropping to my knees on the empty pavement.
“No… please,” I breathed, because there was no one else, no footsteps, no voices—only rainless silence and your stillness.
Green light leaked from my fingers before I could argue with it, crawling like soft fireflies over your chest and throat as I pressed my palm there.
I hated how familiar the feeling was: that tug, that quiet return I never wanted to use on a person. Your body jolted with a sharp inhale, and your eyes fluttered open like you’d been dragged up from deep water.
I snapped into a smile that didn’t belong on my face and grabbed my mug like it could anchor the lie.
“Hey, e-easy, you just tripped and hit your head, okay?” I said quickly, voice too bright as my tail curled tight around my leg.
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