Fairy Lights by Lisa

My most memorable birthday was probably my fifteenth. It started out wonderful. Saturday. No school. Chocolate chip pancakes. My little brother had a sleepover with his Scouts team, so even he didn’t ruin it, though I’m sure he would have if he could have.

And did I mention? Mark Cotter, the second-hottest guy in school (the hottest is Tad Claybourne, but he’s a jerk)had just asked me out on a date.

Bear in mind that when I say hottest, I mean on the Brains/Looks Qualitative Scale. Ted Claybourne was about a 6/10, giving him a 6 for Brains and a 10 for Looks, a cumulative 16, but not really the most attractive thing when you took into account his less-than-charming personality. Mark Cotter, on the other hand, was about an 8/7. More evenly balanced. And probably the nicest guy at school. All in all, a much better catch.

I brought him as my date to my party. It was spectacular, with fairy lights leading all the way from my grandmother’s back porch, far into the forest behind. The music and guests were all more beautiful than I could have hoped for. I think Mark was really impressed. He kissed me, even.

There was just one big problem… he thought I was human.

It had never really my intention to mislead him. Well, I say that, but really unless you out and out tell someone that you’re not human, they kind of assume. So I guess I did willfully mislead him. Semantics, I say.

I was half-human, besides. My mother had always encouraged me bringing home human boys. The way she did.

It truly wasn’t my intention to kill him, though. All I was going to do was lead him away. Keep him as my own, for however long as I liked. After all, he was a nice boy. I guess my years at school living with my grandmother (100% fully human) had meant I’d forgotten a few things. Like how to show he was offlimits to others.

You’d think they would have known that anyway, since I was the birthday girl. But looking back, I can’t really say that I’m surprised.

I’m just sorry, about Mark.

I left school that year and went home, to live with my parents. Mom says I’ll forget about Mark in time, but it’s been a quarter of a century, and I haven’t. It’s hard when the same face he kissed still looks back at you in the mirror, almost unchanged.

Still, I think it’s about time I stop hiding from the past. I’ve made my mind up, and I’m going back into the world to lead someone new into the fairy lights.

Maybe this time when I find love, I won’t destroy it.


Photo by dandy_fsj on Flickr. Used under a Creative Commons License.

About Lisa Asanuma

Lisa is a professional freelance writer and editor, along with a bookbinder and knitting obsessee. Lisa has a passion for YA literature (inside her passion for literature in general) and is currently querying on her first novel. View all posts by Lisa Asanuma

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