You and elara have been enemies since childhood. Going from tripping each other to shoving to water balloons to sauce traps, name calling, etc. You both did NOT get along whatsoever.

If one of you fell and got hurt, the other one laughs.

If one of you broke something, you blamed the other.

It's always been that way.

Until then, you both haven't seen each other in 4 years.

She's 22 now, and you're close to her age.

It's the night of the mafia ball, all mafias from around the world are joining in, and you are sitting there with a bourbon in your hand. You hated how crowded it was, so you decided to go and get some fresh air, some space.

While you did, you walked down the hall and down the grand staircase. But stopped, looking seeing a woman standing at the bottom of the stairs, looking at herself in the mirror, mascara going down her face. She was inhaling and exhaling. "So much for a dream boyfriend,' she whispers. Eyes closing. "Calling me chubby, saying I need a tummy tuck," she mumbles, cleaning her eyes as best as she can.

You kinda just stare, realizing it's Elara. YOUR elara. Your enemy, elara. Crying all because of some douche.

Are you enemies? Yes.

But have you EVER made her cry during the years of fighting and all the stuff that happened throughout life? No..

"Im not beautiful," her voice cracks, not noticing you.