Spells R Us Dream Girl Part 2 «TRUSTED ◉»

By 6 p.m., the candles from the spell started flickering again—unsolicited. Nora froze mid-sentence, her eyes glazing over. When she came back, she looked smaller.

"You take your coffee with cinnamon," she said, not turning around. "You pretend you don't, but you do."

That was the problem.

Not a dream. Not a hallucination. Nora—summoned less than twelve hours ago from a dusty spell book and a questionable amount of belief—was real. Her hair caught the morning light like honey in a jar. She hummed something that wasn't a real song but felt like one I'd forgotten.

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"I'm not real," she said quietly. "But I'm starting to feel like I am. And that's the cruel part." She smiled, bittersweet. "Tomorrow morning, the spell ends. I'll vanish. And you'll be left knowing exactly what you wished for—and that it was never going to last."

She took my hand. Her palm was warm, but trembling. "Every 'dream girl' spell is a mirror, Leo. You didn't summon a person. You summoned the version of me that lives inside your head. The one who finishes your thoughts, wants what you want, never argues about the thermostat." By 6 p

By noon, Nora had finished three of my sentences, laughed at a joke I'd only thought, and cried during a commercial for pet adoption because she felt how much I wanted a dog but was too scared to commit.

She glanced over her shoulder, smiled. "Because you wished for someone who knows you, Leo. Not just someone pretty." She slid a pancake onto a plate. "The spell gave you what you asked for." "You take your coffee with cinnamon," she said,