Today it was raining in the Grove, so she was having her coffee at the small table in her kitchen. She was laughing through an imaginary conversation with Nova. She could feel the magic that had built up, like an aura around her cabin, the love and faith she had been tending now pulsed like a heart. She could feel the intensity, a little sad, but hopeful. It was longing and desire and intention, to hold this pulse as long as she could.
There was a knock at her door. Curious, she answered it… to her surprise Nova stood in front of her, a little sheepish, a little lost, very tired. She felt the twinge of knowing… this is not him. But what if it was… she decided to let him in and test him to see. They sat at her kitchen table and he drank the coffee that was waiting for him. She felt the pulse start to soften. They talked and laughed. Bridget allowed herself to be swept away, sharing music and their experiences while they were apart. She told him of Thornlight and Lakeside and Rook and Stillwater. All the while, the pulse softening… dwindling, now unneeded.
And then he said it. The three words that broke the spell.
"That's so groovy."
Bridget's heart broke into a million pieces. She had just defused all of the magic she had been building and for what? For a 15 minute illusion put on by Rook. She was so disappointed in herself. She allowed herself to be tricked. She knew it wasn't real, and still she allowed herself to believe.
"Get out Rook," she said trying to hold back her rage.
"You just seemed..."
"Get. Out." She said through clenched teeth, while Rook slipped out of the open kitchen window and into his nest in the tallest maple tree.