Written for origfic bingo:
They called it ‘magic’, this feeling that was supposed to overwhelm her when she finally met the one.
Air tossed another cheap paperback book across the room, narrowly missing Shadow’s head. He shot her a raised brow glance from the dresser he was sitting on.
“Boring,” she said tightly. “Unrealistic.”
She picked up another book, then wondered why she bothered. She’d tried genre after genre, looking for something she could either relate to or believe in long enough to forget the things she related to.
She sighed, admitted quietly to Shadow, “He’s not magic. He’s real.”
It’s what she wanted.