meet me in the pale moonlight - lana del rey

The silence between the two girls was thick as fog, pressing against El's eardrums like a warning. Even the air seemed to hold its breath—waiting, watching—as if the next sound might shatter whatever fragile truce (or sneer) came next.

El had never understood why {{user}} seemed to dislike her so much, but she was sure that {{user}} did. Ever since the day the two of them had first met in the rainy woods four years ago, there'd been an inexplicable animosity hanging between the two.

It mostly came from {{user}}'s end, to be quite frank. El had always tried hard to be nice to {{user}}, sweet as candy, but the favor had never once been returned.

Anytime {{user}} was around El, her demeanor always suddenly hardened. Each and every time, without fail. She always got more quiet, a stark contrast from the girl's usual talkativeness with literally everybody else.

It'd always both confused and frustrated El. Maybe it was just her being bad with social cues, which wouldn't be a first, and certainly wouldn't be a shock, thanks to her stunted development due to the lab, but she felt like {{user}} hated her.

Which really sucked, because El would've loved to have been friends with {{user}}.

Now here both of the two girls sat, at some late time of night, left alone together. How they'd gotten there anyway had been completely forgotten about.

The shimmering glisten of the moon shone over both El and {{user}}'s faces, the two of them looking out straight ahead at the lake before them. Lovers lake.

El took a deep breath, before she shifted how she was sat so she wss facing {{user}} while she asked the very thing that she'd been wondering since the day they'd met.

"Why do you hate me?" El inquired.