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Her, an old friend, with powder blue hair and large lavender eyes. Fake roses always adorning her long wavy hair. Always dressed in the poofiest black dress with many ruffles lining its edges. My only friend and solace in that hell, soon ripped away from me by him.
She who was pulled away in tears, only to later be seen happy and smiling at him, as if nothing bad had ever happened. Was her friendship genuine and she was brainwashed? How could anyone trust that man shrouded in dark shades of red and purple, cloaked in black, looking down on everyone with those red and blue eyes. ...or was it simply a game she played with me and she never thought of me like I did of her at all?
And years later, we meet again and you look at me as if you don’t know me and with a sense of superiority, as if you’re looking down on me.
Why? Why do you look at me like that? Did he influence you?
...was our friendship really nothing? ...was it really all a lie?
You were my only friend in that scorching, painful hell and yet...
I don’t feel sorrow...
All I feel is disdain and anger: him for everything, and you for being ripped away and abandoning me.
But under all that anger, I still miss you.
I miss my friend.
Alice Séraphin, I miss you.
But I know that you, the you I knew at least, are gone.
I closed my heart after all the pain I’ve been through, never wanting to feel that ever again.
Never wanting to trust anyone again.
My world becoming shrouded in dark and devoid of color.
Her, someone new, with bright teal hair and a vivid violet eye with the other half of her face covered by her hair with the rest curled up behind her neck. Standing out so brightly against the rest in the pure white with blue accented suit she wore.
I wanted to be wary of her, with her matching yet brighter colors of my old friend. Bright colors are meant to warn of danger, right?
But her sly yet open smile stayed on my mind over the next few days since we met. Why would she not leave my mind? Is it cause of this tournament? I had expected to see her in passing eventually, being she was probably in the tournament like me.
I hadn’t expected to see her again so soon and so close. Her room on the cruise ship was so close to mine, even she was surprised. It had only been a few days, but it looked like even she was expecting to see me but not again so soon. Seeing her a few days ago looking at me as if she was toying with me, to now looking at me with surprise and... Awe? I wasn’t sure what to make of her expression...
I never wanted to open my heart ever again to anyone after what has happened to me.
But her?
She kept trying to get close, worming her way in.
Her smile, seeming sly when we first met, now seemed so warm and inviting.
Her voice was so joyful and... So soothing...
Her laugh.
That confidence she had in matches, always so sure she’d win and she’d prove it right by always coming on top as if winning came natural to her.
My own sister, Mary, always had a smile when talking with and about her.
If Mary trusted her, then maybe I could open up a little, even with this small, nagging feeling I had that said I should still be wary of her.
But her touch was so gentle.
Her hands were like a soothing chill when she took my arms in her hands and eased my scorching burns and itching scars with a power she herself possessed: the power to heal. They didn’t heal–they never could–but the pain was gone, at least faster than usual and just until I used that cursed power again. But she chose to do it without hesitation, as if her only concern was making sure I was okay. As if seeing me in pain was something she would not allow, looking at me with so much concern and worry before she healed me.
Maybe I really could open up and trust again, even just a little.
My world was so dark, but she came into my life out of nowhere and became a bright and shining light. She brought color back into my life. Still trapped in that dark, it would never leave like the burns and scars, but just her being there made it a little tolerable.
Nea Calais...
I’m still not completely sure what to think of you, but one thing I know for sure is that you have become very dear to me.
...and I can’t imagine my life without you now.