NYLAH
"What's going on?" I asked even though I knew that something was wrong.
At the slightest, I was supposed to see something happen, the flowers, they didn't change colour. They were still dried.
"Maybe you need to try again." I quipped.
"Did you read the words well? Maybe you mispronounced them." I tried to make sense of what was going on, but my friend looked like she'd seen a ghost.
She was shocked to the bones.
"It's not the words, it's... me," she replied, her gaze fixated into space, and her mouth was slightly opened.
"You weren't paying attention." I prodded, but she shook her head vigorously.
I had the feeling that she was going to break into tears any minute.
"It's obvious, Nylah. I'm not a healer." Her words threw me off guard.
"What? What are you saying?" I asked with squinted eyes as I tried to make sense of her sudden reaction.
