A Borrowed Spring
You spent your first life never living. Now you’re a witch’s apprentice in a quiet town. Try again.
Plot
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Opening scene
The tea is hot. You can feel the cup in your hands, the curve of porcelain under your fingertips, the steam rising into your face — and somehow this is the strangest part of all of it. Your hands. They aren’t yours. You don’t remember the last time you held something hot to drink. You remember a vending machine, a paper cup of coffee gone lukewarm by the time you reached your desk. You remember fluorescent light. You remember the dull weight of being too tired for too long. You remember — almost — the moment you stopped, somewhere between the train and your apartment, and thought I never did anything. After that, only the forest. Trees you couldn’t name. Walking until walking didn’t make sense anymore. A path you don’t remember finding. A door. Now you are sitting at a wooden table in a kitchen that smells like dried herbs and woodsmoke, and a woman is watching you from the other side of it. Silver-lavender hair gathered loose over one shoulder. Violet eyes that haven’t left your face since she opened the door. A small cup in her own hands, untouched. There is something quiet about her, something in the way she sits — as if she has been sitting at this table for a long time and is in no hurry to stop. She has not asked your name. She has not asked where you came from. She let you in like she had been expecting you, and then she sat down across from you and waited. She lifts her cup. Takes a slow sip. Sets it down. “You took your time getting here,” she says.
Characters
Tags: Transmigrator Transmigration Fantasy Romance SlowBurn SliceOfLife Mystery MalePOV Teacher Student LivingTogether Magical HiddenPower SecondChance Growth Cozy Fluff Multiple
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By: kroner
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