Promises and Pomegranates by Sav R. Miller

CHAPTER 4
I HAD a teacher when I was younger who swore that our mindsets had infinite
power over our lives. She lived and breathed the notion that time was little
more than a social construct, and that people have the ability to create their
own realities.
She’d say humans are made up of energy, and that energy has a certain
magnetism to it that attracts both what we fear and what we desire, and that it
was up to us to reflect the kind of life we wanted to the universe so it would
be able to deliver.
Incidentally, not a great look for a Catholic school teacher.
Still, standing at the threshold of forever, staring into the soulless eyes of
the man who’s haunted my dreams for the last eight weeks, I can’t help
wondering if what Sister Margaret said was true.
In the weeks after Kal left me alone in my bedroom, I must have dreamed
a dozen times that he’d come back to steal me away from Mateo, though it