After the party, I crept into Azalya's room. "Hi." I told her. Her brown eyes were shining. Well. They were shining as much as they could. "Bye." She told me, and pointed to the door. "Azalya. You don't have to be upset. So what they don't really like you? I do. Your parents do. I warned you about being happy, when you were a baby. You wouldn't listen. You never listen to me, Azalya."
I sensed her weakness, and it was making me angry. Not because she was so weak, but because I was even weaker. She finally began to cry. She wiped her tears with her left hand. "Don't use that hand." I firmly told her. She was now furious. With me.
"WHY?!" She screamed. "WHY CAN'T I USE THIS HAND? Why can't I EVER use this hand around you? Just because I'm different doesn't mean you can treat me like this! I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry I'm hated. I'm sorry I'm left-handed. I'm sorry you care. I'm sorry you're so perfect. But more than anything, I'm SORRY You were EVER my friend!"
I'm sorry you were ever my friend.
I'm sorry you were ever my.
I'm sorry you were ever.
I'm sorry you.
I'm sorry.
"It's okay to be hurt. I get hurt everyday." I told her. "I don't care." Was her answer. Her power was now giving me a headache, but I stayed calm. "How can someone be this weak, and yet have this much power.?" I asked myself. She heard. "I don't know. Now leave." She told me. As I left, I had an impluse to say something.
"One day, you're going to be killed by poison." I said, and I don't even know why. She rolled her eyes. "Nothing you say makes sense, so I'm not worried."
As I left the room, I sensed her weakness once more.
She's right. Nothing I say makes sense.
Except for this.
