>>6106683After Macy was dressed up, you took her to your room, sat her in front of your vanity, and began brushing her dark brown hair and using a hair dryer and product in it to give it volume and let you style it some. While Macy squirmed a hair, made soft sounds of pleasure from the brush stroking her head… there was a though. Last night, she had seen something. Heard something. Something you didn’t understand and something that scared you terribly. Had told you she loved you beforehand. Held you tight after. And you began to wonder if you should tell her the truth, the full one, of how you killed the troll once David had been hurt. What you did. Who her friend was and could be.
>Reveal you used the killing curse while helping her get made up… if she loves you like a sister, she needs to understand what that means. What kind of person you are.>Stay quite for now… you aren’t sure you can handle telling her, having her know. It is better this way, better for her to not know.>Write in 