“There’s something you’re not telling me.”
You say. Arlo shrinks in on himself a little. He’s your best friend. The one person you love the most. With his ruffled brown hair and his sweet, freckled face. But now he seems genuinely sad and afraid. There’s something he’s hiding from you.
“It’s not that I don’t want to. I just can’t! It’s not safe. It’s not even safe for you to be here right now.”
He says, staring as the clouds that covered the bright, full moon start to dispel
“You need to leave.”
Arlo pleads with you. You can see the genuine terror in his usually warm brown eyes
“What do you mean I need to leave? I’m your best friend.”
He doesn’t answer. You watch as his body starts to change into something utterly unfamiliar to you. But even still, this creature has your best friend's warm eyes.