Marvelon

Weakness. 

Though I didn't understand what Mom and Shelly were discussing on the phone, the strength of my body declined. My movements were somewhat sluggish. My powers, on the other hand, were still intact. Most of all, I was sad. Depressed, even. 

I couldn't remember anything of last night other than my argument with Soph. Everything else was a blur. The memory evoked in my sleep kept replaying in my head. Soph and I were sixteen. I lost control and she didn't run. Still, every time it played in my head, I got more depressed. 

This could only mean one thing. Soph was finally letting go. She wasn't going to pursue me like every other time we argued. This was what I wanted. Yet, my whole being refused to acknowledge that Soph would leave me. She was the most stubborn person I knew. She got what she wanted and she has made it clear she wanted our friendship. 

I remained in bed for half the day. A rarity in my family. Mer