Emma blinked in surprise at the words, her hands lifting once more and beginning to move almost on their own accord, a feeling of warmth filling her stomach that had nothing to do with the fire the other boy controlled. 

A full smile pulled her lips up, her shoulders shrugging in an effort to release the sudden spike of tension that rolled up her spine, the ice forming above her arms solidifying before rising into the air and beginning to spin. Enna watches and stills her hands, for the first time in awhile she felt...free somehow, she didn't feel heavy with regret or self-hatred for what happened several years ago-

A burst of mist filled the room then, the small crystals stilled and seemed to melt before reforming again, the warmth that filled Enna just moments ago vanishing with a strangled noise that came from the back of her throat.  Her hands begin to twitch, her throat swallowing repeatedly in an effort to get the smell of copper and death to leave, she couldn't breathe, why couldn't she...breathe?

The mist now seeming to form a blizzard with the Auditorium, the crystals that were the size of her palm now twice as big struck the ground and slowly spread across the stage, the feeling of her knees trembling had Enna forcing out a weak whimper from her lips.  She was either going to shift or loose control once again...why couldn't she forget that night? Why couldn't she learn to move on and be glad that her grandmother was now at peace?

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