#aaaayyyyeeee

Turning her around in one fluid movement, Enlil noticed that Clara wasn’t the same anymore. The Clara he knew would never laugh, never slouch, never smile. Not at him. ‘Not like this’ he sternly corrected himself. And her face. Different from their normal hazel brown, she now had dark blue eyes to match, and were starkly similar to the colour of a frozen lake. Her nose, no longer small and buttoned, had grown in size, but maturely so, and had also increased in red colour. Her lips, altered from her usual chapped peach, were now pale and as white as snow. And her hair. Oh, her hair. Increased in length and now worn thin, the scraggly white strands burned away the memory of ever being charcoal black.

“C-Clara?” Enlil stuttered, not altogether sure what had happened. One minute, he was resting in a chair, recovering from his sudden lack of energy, and then the next, his best friend had started a laughing contest without him. “Yes, Enlil?” she replied sweetly, fake innocence and attention dripping at every syllable. Before he could reply, she asked him a question of her own. “Hey, Enlil? I know we never got along very well before, but that can change now. I mean, now that I have your powers, I don’t have to stay here with my good-for-nothing parents anymore. In fact, we don’t have to do anything now! When your powers regenerate, we can do whatever we want! Wouldn’t that be nice! We could- “ “No, Clara. This isn’t right. This isn’t- This isn’t you. The Clara I knew would never do this! The Clara I knew would never dare run away, not from her parents who gave her everything! The Clara I knew- “ “THE CLARA YOU KNEW IS GONE!” Clara screamed, and in a flick of her wrist, wind started to circulate around her. “The Clara you knew is gone, Enlil, and that’s something you need to realise! I’m not going to stay here and rot my life away being everyone’s perfect little girl! I’m not going to stay here and do whatever everyone asks me to! I’m not a slave! I don’t deserve to be treated like one!” At this point, the wind had increased in speed, and Enlil had begun to lose his footing. Holding onto the table to secure his position, he looked over to Clara in worry, but she seemed unaffected by the storm. Instead, she was surrounded by her fears and doubts, and tears had begun to stream down her face.