Eda Clawthorne

“Don’t say stuff like that,” Eda sighed, cupping your jawline in her hands. Rolling your eyes you try your best to escape her grasp, Eda holding firm. “Seriously, the last thing I want is you all of people saying those horrible things.”

Eda Clawthorne was your highschool sweetheart, of course like most school relationship’s, the two separated months after Eda dropped out, but it had been almost 20 years since then, Eda in her early 30’s, the same as you, of course she looked older, the effect of the curse that plagued her, but it didn’t affect her looks much, her beautiful grey hair and her body progressing normally, of course she could have a few more wrinkles, not that you would know.

The two of you sat underneath the tree that you would sit at after school every afternoon. The first letters of both your names carved onto the tree. “I know it’s fair, but I’ll just have to live with it!” Eda said, brushing past the topic of how she had been labeled a criminal purely due to not wanting to join a coven.