The first time I had seen you was when we initially dropped off Wednesday at her new school, Nevermore academy.

“Wings…” I had quietly whispered to myself when you approached, tilting my head to look up at you with awe in my eyes. Incredible, enticing wings sprouting from your back stole my focus more than I can bear. I simply observed you as you spoke with my sister and parents. You had even caught their eyes with the unusual growths. You’d even spoken with me, noticed me too. Noticed that I was there, recognised my words.

…

Now, returning a whole year later, we’re met face to face again. Wednesday giving me a very blatant warning to not speak to her, mother and father following quickly behind… and you, eagerly approaching us once again.

“Pretty wings girl.” I state, now towering over your stature. Not only had I frown over the summer… I had also thought about you non-stop… like a parasite. I like parasites.