The gesture was comforting. She hadn't really noticed his feet until he wiggled them now, and she didn't think it was that odd. "That's pretty cool, actually. Can you pick things up with them? Maybe you could learn to play piano with your feet!"
No, no, no. She was trying to distract herself again. "I... I've had an addiction to magic. It got out of control. I lost friends, and I lost... Tara. My girlfriend. My soulmate. I stopped, I tried so hard and I stopped. And my friends helped me, and Tara came back, and it was wonderful. But then... a few months ago, right after I got her back, she was killed. Shot, right in front of me."
Soft, quiet tears slipped over her cheeks. "I still can't believe she's gone. I tried, I reached for the magic and I tried to bring her back, but I couldn't. And I was so angry. I thought I was controlling the power, but it was controlling me. I... I sucked so much into me, so much dark, evil power. My hair turned back. I attacked my friends. I k-k-ki... I killed the guy who shot her. Warren. I killed him with magic. Ripped his skin off while he was alive, and then burned him into ashes."
Her hand tightened on his, but she still wouldn't look at him, too afraid that she would see disgust on his face at what she'd done.
"My friends tried to stop me. I kept hurting them, fighting them. I tried to kill them. And then with all the power I had, I could feel it all. All the world. All the pain, all the suffering, all the evil, and I had to stop it." Her face twisted, and her first sobs came. "I tried to destroy the world, and I just wanted her back!"