He gently kneels down and shakes her arm. “Summer? You’re gonna get cold out here.” He speaks softly.
“Summer, please, it’s me, it’s Arthur.” He spoke quickly as he let go of her arms, worried about her flailing around. He hoped that she wouldn’t end up hurting herself.
His eyes were wide as he looked at Summer. “What do you mean, not supposed to be here?”
Summer forced herself to say it, no matter how the words caught in her throat. “I’m in love with you. Arthur. But it’s not supposed to be me. If I’m here, because of me — there was a spell, but it couldn’t take, because I’m already in love with you. Trying to make sure you aren’t with the person you’re destined to be with.”
It didn’t come out clearly; she didn’t know how to explain it. Just that she needed to leave. Now.
She scrambled out of the bed, heedless of her state of dress, and started flinging her meager possessions onto the covers. “I have to go.”
Arthur shook his head more, still confused over her words. “Summer… I am sorry that I cannot return those affections that you have for me and again I’m sorry but why do you have to leave? There is no need and you can still be a friend to me no?” He asked confused.
“Where are you gonna go?” He asked, getting up from his seat and followed over to where she was.
“The spell — ” Summer closed her eyes, hands stilling. “It didn’t take this time. But another time … and if they get to you?” She wanted to say to him why it didn’t matter if they ever got to him or not — all they had to do was bend her enough, control her enough, and she would do the rest herself, with her own magic.
“I don’t know. Away. From you. I don’t know.”