Distance

Flowers

Willow looked at Boscha carefully, the three eyed demon looked different . Her three eyes blank, the scowl on her face had melted to nothing. Leaving a blank face, an empty slate. When Willow looked into Boscha's eyes nothing was looking back.

Willow pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose. The weight of the world was now on her shoulders. Eda and Lilith were in the another room, whispering between themselves. Gus had left, lying outside on the soft grass. Watching as the clouds danced in the sky. Luz was still in her room. Sleeping away the pain.
Willow sat on the couch, she focused on her hands. Creating flowers and letting them float to the ground. A small pile growing at her feet.

"My life is over." Boscha whispered.

Willow's eyes flared open, but she kept her mouth shut. Willow continued to look at her hands. Not daring to do something that would shut the other girl down. 

"Something is wrong with me, with my body." Boscha continued. "Magic can't save me, magic won't help me." 

From the corner of her eye, Willow saw tears streaming down Boscha's face.

"I think the smoke did something, to my lungs. I..I don't think I can play Grudgy anymore. I'm not useful anymore." Boscha was really crying now, the façade of a bully crumbling away. The image of an unbreakable bully, a strong willed villain breaking away.
"My parents will never forgive, Amity would never forgive me. For being SO worthless." Boscha's voice cut though the room, her voice trembling.

Willow almost turned to look at Boscha, to hold her hand or to console her in someway. But Willow said nothing, anything she could say would be meaningless. Her condolences would be salt in Boscha's wound.

The two witches sat in silence. Boscha's silent tears falling down her face. The distance between the two was shrinking but the pile of flowers was growing