Dear Ms Lady Demigod: Twelve Days To Doom

1 5 What You Make Me Feel

"Ariel's powers," She lay on her bed inside her dormitory room. Anton was out for the night, with his computer on. He was talking to some online friends just before he left. She was alone and it was quiet. She tried to remember all the times she saw Ariel use his sila. She remembered the first time they met, he made bread out of water. Atomic manipulation, that's what he called his sila. He could control all elements around him.

"Wait-Didn't that mean that he could even control human bodies since even our body is made of elements? Wow...The more I think about it," She pictured Ariel's face in her head, "The stronger and scarier he looks. One-click and he could turn the oceans to dust and turn mud to clear water. He could feed the entire starving population of the world and recreate deserts into fertile riverine plains? He could manipulate the particles of air and make something out of the air! 

God! His parents must be so happy to have him. Wait-Ariel told me about his mother, what about his father? He never talked about him,"

"Can we not talk about that?"

"I have known Ariel for about a year now yet I still don't know anything about him. I'm so ignorant,"

"I am a catemite,"

"What does that mean?" She got up and sat before Anton's computer. The browser was open. Slowly, she typed, "What... is a... catemite,"
And the results shook her. Catemite: A young male kept by an older male as part of a homosexual relationship; a male prostitute or sex slave. The young male is usually a pubescent boy, a minor who has little to no sexual experience initially. It is desired so to ensure that the younger male is the more submissive of the two.

She covered his mouth, "Oh Ariel..."

Ariel sat at his window and looked at the water lily Jevelene had given him. He had made the flower into a diamond flower so that it didn't wither. It shone under the gentle moonlight, "Pretty" He smiled and suddenly heard something. He quickly looked down. Jevelene was running inside the mansion. He kept the flower inside a glass vase and jumped down. The air gently carried him to the ground and the stone floor turned into a bed of flowers. He landed on it and looked at her as she stopped,

"What are you doing here so late at night, Jevelene? Is everything alright?" He asked with all seriousness. She didn't say a word. She was just looking at his shoes. He moved closer to her, "Jevelene, did someone say something mean to you-"

She suddenly hugged him tightly. For a few moments, he was surprised and confused. Then,  he hugged her back gently, "Jevelene, are you sad?"
"No," She said, softly, "Are you?"
"Why would I be..." 
She pressed her forehead on his, "Because you're keeping things from me,"

He looked into her eyes, "Why Ariel? Why are you forcing yourself to be someone you aren't. Your past still haunts you, Ariel?"
"That doesn't matter. Look at you, you are what I have now. You are my present, Jevelene," He said as he gently took her hands and pressed them on his cheeks. "Not all parts of me are colourful, some are painted in grey and black, some are washed in the red of blood, but..." He smiled and wrapped his arms around her waist, "With you, I'm golden,"

She looked at him, "Yes, this is probably not me," He said, "The real me is a sad, old tragedy who hates everything and just wants to go somewhere where nobody knows his name. But, you, I don't hate you. You are the fireworks on my starless night.

I want to be with you, even if we are tangled in stars or tethered to promise.
You fill my lungs with sweetness
And my head with you.
You are the best of me, Jevelene"

He hugged her tightly, "Don't worry. I'll be fine as long as you're there beside me," He said.
"I promise I'll be there for you. We are best friends after all! I love you so much, Ariel!!" Jevelene bit her lower lip and squeezed him tightly.