Send me a " ○ " for my character's reaction to finding yours sitting outside in the rain, upset and cryingErica was wet and cold. The one day she’d decided to walk to school, the weather had freakishly decided to turn in the middle of the day and bucket down with rain. She reached her front yard when she saw her red haired friend sitting on the doorstep in tears. “Summer? Sweetie, what’s wrong?” She ran over to her and embraced her in a hug, pulling the girl’s head into her shoulder to try and comfort her. She hated seeing Summer sad and she would do anything to make whatever was making her cry go away.
“He’s not going to hate you, Summer.” She wiped away the girl’s tears again, pulling her close. “Why would he hate you? There is no relation between those two things.”
“Because I’m even weirder now that I was before. I don’t know.” It didn’t make any sense in her own head, either. She just expected everyone, by default, to fear and hate her now — the way mundanes felt about werewolves, actually. “I already practically read people’s minds.”
“Trust me, Summer. You aren’t even at the top of the list for weird things in this town. You worry too much, you know that?” She didn’t understand why Summer was always so down on herself. Sure, what had just happened was a lot to take in but that was no reason to condemn herself or her relationship with Isaac.
Summer unwound herself from Erica’s hug and went back into the bathroom, rubbing her face with cold water. “I’m just really, really scared,” she muttered. “I don’t understand what’s happening.” She looked back at Erica. “You guys are the first real friends I’ve had in a long time. I’m terrified of losing that.”