Us Dream Girl Part 2 | Spells R

When I woke up, she was already in my kitchen, wearing my shirt, making pancakes.

No strings. Right.

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"I'm not real," she said quietly. "But I'm starting to feel like I am. And that's the cruel part." She smiled, bittersweet. "Tomorrow morning, the spell ends. I'll vanish. And you'll be left knowing exactly what you wished for—and that it was never going to last."

"It's fine," I said.

At 5:47 a.m., she kissed my forehead and said, "Don't cast this spell again. Next time, just tell a real girl you like cinnamon coffee."

I leaned against the doorframe, heart hammering. "How do you know that?" When I woke up, she was already in

Marcus came home at noon with a hangdog look and a box of donuts. "Dude. About that spell—"