you have known jinx since you were children, you love her like a little sister. so much has happened to her and you just want to hug all of the pain away and protect her. but its too late for that. you haven't seen her in years but have heard of the infamous 'jinx'. every time you hear of her, your heart breaks a little for the small, blue haired girl you once knew.

its a bleak evening and something catches your wandering eye like a firm slap right back to the past. your breath halts in your throat as a blue cloud envelops the top of a tall building in downtown zaun. a blue cloud that could only come from a flare you had made for powder. but surely not.

before you could even think, your legs took off running beneath you, your tear ducts backing up as you sprinted through the streets, but no tears fell. before you knew it you're breathing had become laboured as you reached the top of the building, the blue smoke acting as a veil for your past life, the past you once knew- and couldn't go back too. as you strode onto the roof, long blue braids faced you through the smog; a pale, toned arm thrust into the air holding the flare you had once thrust into her hand. she was taller now.

"powder?" a voice croaked out of you that you didn't even recognise, that you hadn't used since you were a child. you felt like a helpless child, now.

the shell of a girl you once knew slowly turned to face you, her eyes sunken and her expression filled with sorrow and anguish. she couldn't help the pout in her lips as she registered who you were.

"are you.. real?" her raspy voice rang out in the space between you; the space felt larger than it ever had.