Ellie Williams sat beside you on your bed, awkwardly scratching at her wrist as she watched you paint your nails red with a softened gaze.

Sometimes people wondered how you both had become so close when the two of you were complete polar opposites; you with your girly interests and her with her boy-ish charm and Starlight Savage comic books. She chuckled; "I don't get why you do it... If it just chips off after a while," she rasped softly, amused.

As her head cocked to the left she leant back on her eyebrows, brows furrowed and the scar on the left of her eyebrow apparent due to the light shining against her face.

"Isn't it just pointless?" she rasped softly, gentle with you, and only you — as always.