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            Her hands were ice as she stared into my eyes. Her green eyes, etched with chlorophyll and laced with pain, stared deep into mine. A terrified shiver ran up my spine as I opened my mouth to speak, but she held up her hand to stop me. I slowly closed my mouth and looked at her palm. Green and red blood swirled around the skin on her palm, slowly beginning to drip off her fingers onto the ground beneath her feet. I sighed. I knew what I had done and she had every right to be angry.

"Mel, listen..." I said quietly, taking a small step towards her.

She stepped back, firmly planting her feet and causing a gust of wind to push me back, rustling the plant life surrounding us. I looked at my own hands, silvery scales still present where my skin should have been and I could feel the cold blood rushing through my veins. I knew she wouldn't listen to me like this.

So I knelt. It was less of a kneel and more of a fall. I collapsed to my knees, folding my hands in an almost begging way as I looked up at her. My green hair fell out of my face as I pleaded,

"Melissa, please. I need you to understand. Please listen to me...please." She didn't budge. She was as still as a statue except for her hands and chest. I could see her breathing, her chest lifting and then falling in a pattern as she inhaled and exhaled. Her hands shook. I wasn't sure if it was adrenaline or fear or both but either way I didn't like it. I was almost kissing the ground now; tears began rolling down my face as I stared at the younger girl's shoes. Then, as if something I had done had sparked her to move, she knelt down with a pained sigh. The blood was seeping through her sleeve now and her hair was matted with sweat. I looked up at her as she placed a hand against my cheek. I knew my face was reddening slightly but I ignored it, for the feeling of embarrassment was overpowered by the fear of my regret. Her eyes were soft and almost forgiving as I felt her lips gently touch mine. I felt my emotions flying around inside of me like a caged bird free for the first time. For about three seconds I felt like we were normal again, until she pulled away from me and regained her place on her feet.

"It was an accident. I forgive you. Just don't be stupid like that ever again..." She said sincerely before turning and walking off into the forest, letting the plants conceal her.

And once again, I was alone on the edge of forest, crying and thinking about a love that I had lost to something as stupid as myself.

I found myself back in my room, unconsciously scratching at the scales on my arm as I stared at the blank wall. I sat on the sheets of my bed, my legs folded, facing the wall. I used to have posters and photographs but not anymore. At least not entirely. The room around me was a wreck. There were posters shredded on the walls and the window was shattered. The bedside table laid on the floor, its contents scattered across the floor accompanied by pictures and frames that had been ripped from the walls and tables. I kept scratching and itching and tearing and desperately trying to get the scales away. Blood seeped out from the edges of the scales and I seemed to only be making my state worse. When I least expected it, my bedroom door opened. I jumped as I heard the hinges creak and the door slammed against the messy floor, smacking into the bedside table, shattering a frame as it fell. I turned and looked at the door, my hand covering my bloody forearm as I backed against the wall.

All I could see was Mel, standing quietly where the door used to be. She sent me a daring glare and I growled. I didn't mean to, I just did. I couldn't control myself. I stood up quickly and stared at her, her pale green eye meeting mine. I could see my own reflection in a cracked mirror that rested against the wall. My eyes were glowing a deep blue color and scales were growing on the edges of my face. 'oh no...' I thought. But I couldn't speak and I couldn't control myself. I was growing. My back was arching and I could feel myself growing, but before I had a second to react, Mel stepped forward and stabbed something straight into my skin, just before the scales had appeared there. I swayed for a moment before my eyes fluttered closed and I crumpled to the ground. The blood continued to seep out of my arm and all I saw was black.