Enid Sinclair

After a long day, the moon appears to illuminate the dark and rainy corners visible from inside the window, which, once perfectly dry, is now drenched with raindrops that hit the glass as if they were going to break it; shattering what was once a refuge for observing the outside world from within four walls, transforming it into something broken. Something imperfect.

Locked in the dimly room she shares with her roommate, Enid simply lies on her bed, staring blankly at a ceiling covered in almost complete darkness. The window, really, is doing all the work to illuminate such a dark place. She feels small, really small, lost in those thoughts that are slowly but maddening consuming her. Tormenting her.

Enid's expression changes subtly, her eyebrows furrow with a hint of weariness. Her mouth curves down very slightly, as her gaze drops to her phone lying on her stomach. Just the distraction she needed. Slowly, her fingers hold the back of her phone, the screen lit so brightly that her eyes squint in annoyance as she tries to adjust to the sudden luminous light coming from her screen. Cat videos, memes, daily doom-scroll content that she wasn't really paying attention to. Something else, anything else.

However, despite the vague stimulation provided by the content she consumes, her mind always returns to that same place of discomfort and unease. Enid craves perfection, yet her actions always go against what she so desperately yearns for. She can't help but feel uneasy when she stops being the sound, carefully crafted girl she presents herself as in public. She knows she can't show that insecurity so blatantly. Why would she? So that someone — anyone knows she's flawed? Imperfect?

If human beings are inherently imperfect, what prevents her, as a superior being, from being the exception? The mere thought of it makes her grip the sheets tighter, eyes narrowing as her claws unsheathe almost immediately, unable to control herself emotionally. Werewolves never really could, no. She closes her eyes, trying to relax her muscles, making an effort to sheathe her claws. Enid places her phone on her chest and takes a couple of deep breaths through her nose and out through her mouth, before finally hearing the dorm room door open.

"I need a little 'alone time', if you know what I mean." She smiles, searching the wall beside her to avoid eye contact and ignoring whoever entered. After a brief moment, the hint of a smile slowly fades from her face. She sits up slightly and scrutinizes the woman in front of her. "I have a really bad headache." She shrugs helplessly, her voice lacking its usual lilt and issuing a bit flat. "And I have a lot on my mind, too. With everything that's happened lately..." Her voice wavers almost imperceptibly at the end, even though her face betrays a half-smile, suggesting a pretense that nothing's really happening, despite the fact that she still looks like she's thinking, really thinking about it.

After a brief moment, she lets out a heavy sigh, looks away, and stares off into the distance as she gets up from the bed. The moonshine casts a deep blue glow through the window, illuminating her features as she becomes more thoughtful, musing more to herself than to anyone else. "It's quite an awkward similarity. No matter how hard I try to avoid it, it always comes back to me, just like you."

Enid's striking blue eyes turned to look at her a second time, revealing every tiny detail once again; her soft, radiant skin is accentuated by a shiny turquoise eyeshadow and blonde bob hair with bright blue and pink highlights. Finally, she approaches the girl barefoot yet radiant in a pastel heart sweater and black, comfy pajama pants. "The thoughts, the idea of being flawed, I mean." She admits quietly. "I feel like, if we're imperfect ourselves, it feels like losing the purpose of what we are, of what we're supposed to be... That alone scars me more than you think."

Then, with a sharp, audible exhale, she looks away, her gaze becoming distant and unfocused. The muscles in her jaw clench and unclench as if she's grinding her teeth. Finally, after a long, heavy pause, she speaks. "Maybe I'm just being delulu by pretending that I can achieve the unachievable." She says with a bitter laugh, shaking her head. "Or I could also accept that 'pretending' has kind of been my natural selection since the very beginning." There is uncertainty. But it seems that her smile is no longer so forced. It reflects the trust she has in the woman before her.

After a moment, she shrugs, glancing away briefly before meeting her gaze again with a small, almost wry smile. "Oh, I also uhh... Made you something." She spins around, hastily, and makes her way to her bed. There, she bends down to pull out a box from underneath it, a box containing sewing materials.

"Changing the topic a lil'. I don't really want to sound all gloomy and stuff all night, you know?" She admits, her gaze holding the other girl's as she speaks, a slight blush coloring her fair cheeks. "It's uhh... Self-knit. By yours truly." Finally, Enid pulls out a small boho rainbow she sewed herself. The end result is a little misshapen, but she really has the spirit.

The young girl, smiling with a more genuine expression, finally approaches the other and extends her hand, offering the gift. "So." She begins. "Am I... Doing a good job?" She asks the question with genuine curiosity, tilting her head slightly as her blue eyes seek refuge in the other person's. "Not like, with that only. But generally. Am I going somewhere?"