WARNING: This is quite angsty, especially towards the ending! You have been warned!
That being said, please do leave feedback! I’d really appreciate it!
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.
Collapsing to the ground, Clara’s hands came up to her face, cradling her head and hiding her eyes from the destruction she was causing. “I’m going to die in this world, without making a single friend,” she muttered to herself, not aware that she had said it loud enough for Enlil to hear. Desperation, sadness and altogether guilt hitting straight in the heart, Enlil leaped from the table he had been grappling onto, knocking Clara over in the process. With its controller no longer controlling it, the wind dispersed suddenly.
Groaning from being knocked over, Clara’s hand soon made its way to her head, where she found a large bump on the back of it. Dazed and confused, she tried to sit up, only to notice a bigger body resting on her foot. “Enlil!” Clambering over to his body, she tried to sit him up, but found that she barely had enough energy to sit up by herself, let alone help Enlil. Luckily, she didn’t have to, as Enlil’s eyes soon flickered open, and he managed to pull himself off of the ground, and look right at Clara.
“I-“ she tried to start, but Enlil didn’t let her continue.
“You’re forgiven.” Sure, her eyes were still the same strange blue, but Enlil could tell that she was truly sorry. And with the tears that crowded them, his thought was confirmed. Before she could say anything else, say how sorry she was, claim how many wrongs she had done, Enlil took her into his arms. Cradling her into his chest, he started to rock back and forth, ever so slightly, much like a cradle does for a baby. Her tears started to flow, and soon, the effects of the injection started to flow off as well. Nuzzling his chin into her hair, he told her one thing, “I’ll always be your friend, Clara, and as cliché as this might sound, you’ll never have to do anything by yourself. I’ll be here.
Without a doubt.”
Tbh I'm hella sick of being the back burner friend. I have been for so long and it's getting old. My new mindset is have fun doing whatever the fuck ya wanna do, call me when you realize how shitty you're being. In the meantime, I'm just gonna work on me. Friends are great, but what's the point of having them if you RARELY communicate? Not gonna deal with that. I'm done. You wanna be friends? put a little more effort into this shit. K bye.
