Write about a character break-up that happened under strange circumstances.
“It’s over!” I shouted, trying to be heard despite the rush of wind surrounding us. My voice was soon lost between the churning gusts that had nearly lifted us both into the sky. I attempted to storm out (no pun intended) but just as surely, Ezra shot another wisp my way.
As I tumbled to the ground, I felt myself being incased in a newly forming sand dune. My mind was struggling to understand what I had gotten myself into in the first place. How was I supposed to know that I’d basically fallen for an Airbender.
I’d only gone out with the kid because of a lost bet, and sure, it was cute at first. He’d trip people without so much as a twitch, bewilderment following the victim. Sometimes he’d even steal me a souvenir from the stand at the waterpark, but now, it was just out of control. The power was getting to his head and our relationship only had room for one narcissist.
“Help! Help!” I screamed. If someone was to appear, I was sure he’d stop. He couldn’t let people know about his power.
“There’s no one to help you, Lila. You’ll be buried alive, I’m sure the beetles will enjoy some fresh flesh,” he said with a cackle. If I didn’t survive the burial, the laugh would surely kill me. This was the last time I’d make another bet with Jenny.
As if appearing from thin air, the devil herself came to my side.
“Jenny, what are you doing here?” I whisper shouted. Could she hear my thoughts or something?
“Well, I can do that too, but teleportation is my specialty.”
And as if she’d been an apparition, she reappeared behind Ezra, giving him a sharp jab in the side. Just as he turned to see where the hit had come from, she was suddenly on his other side, punching his chest. Ezra turned with an extended arm to shoot a blast of wind her way, but it was too late. Jenny was directly in front of Ezra, administering a tough blow to the face. And with that, he crumpled fully to the ground, with not so much as a twitch.
My mouth was agape as I gazed up at Jenny who now had her hand extended to me.
“Did I never tell you about that?” she stated rhetorically.
I grabbed her arm and used it as an aid in projecting myself forward, though I could barely stand upright.
“Don’t worry; he’s knocked out, not dead. He’ll be back to his old self by tomorrow or maybe next week,” her playfulness seemed so out of touch with what had just happened.
“You guys are weird,” I said, shaking my head in defeat.
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