At one point, while proofreading this chapter; I read every second word as dumpling and freaked out.

Since this chapter is short, I'm uploading two in the same day. PRAISE YOUR LORD AHAHHAHA!

"I, Lily Harvard- no... that isn't right, is it?" I watched my reflection pull a rather attractive face before pushing my bangs further back with my free hand. I glared and stared at those ridiculously large blue eyes of mine before dumping my head back into the sink.

To which I had forgotten was filled with icy cold water prior to my little identity crisis.

Excellent.

In front of me, red streaks of lipstick decorated the bathroom mirror. Spiraling into words and pictures and eventually the symbols of my old guild- L'Arc Sibyl and Sabertooth. The empty tube was laid upwards beside my elbow, now a shade too vibrant for my new skin tone.

I hated it.

I hated-

No

I hate change.

When I became Lily Harvard, my whole life became a lie. Now instead of relying on the basic necessities of life, I had to constantly fuel the lacrima that was forced inside of me my magic power and instead of still possessing my old magic, I had to start from chicken scratch trying to figure out just how to classify my new magic.

It was like learning how to walk all over again.

It was terrifying- this new me.

Then came Sabertooth and the discovery of the bunny ears.

Lily Harvard became Bunny Girl.

I had no say in it whatsoever and for a while, I thought of running away again. I was a coward, I know, but everything was changing too quickly and I just didn't know how to catch up.

And then Sting Eucliffe and Rogue Cheney came into my life- not like they weren't part of it before... but...

I don't even know how it officially happened.

Earliest I remember was after I got a hang of the whole manipulating the air thing; I was in the library and a book was totally out of my reach. Sting came in and called me short, helped grab the book for me and practically dragged me by the ear- the bunny ear and announced to Master that I was now part of his team.

But that particular moment, now that I think about it, was when he was an avid drinker and Lector probably put him up to it because he didn't talk to me again until I tried to play matchmaker with Frosch's partner a few months later.

Then the 'heart attacks' came when I started getting dragged along on jobs with them. I was stupid enough to think that it was a sickness and told them that I wasn't feeling good. Not like they listened. I ended up holding their things those days. Then I fainted and I got a free piggyback ride back home.

Sometime then, I fell for Sting Eucliffe.

I fell hard.

Sting with his lovely voice, strong gaze and…

Ah, what was I thinking about again?

I let out a loud gasp as bubbles escaped my mouth and shot upwards, staring at myself in the mirror in a daze.

I looked like crap.

No sugarcoating there.

My nose was all red, my cheeks pink and my eyes puffy from crying.

Yeah, I so get all the guys.

I groaned inwardly, opened a cabinet and decided to mess around with the mirror once again. Grabbing a pink three shades too cherry for me and started doodling.

I never had to deal with these kinds of problems when I was in L'Arc Sibyl. Old me was hardheaded, dense and knew exactly where I was going in the future. There was no room for doubt for me, I just battled, posed and looked pretty until I got the acknowledgement of Master Apollon and a few others.

Thinking about L'Arc Sibyl made me wonder how Alexander, Auguston and En are doing…

It made me wonder if Ken was ever going to be able to pay for Maya's treatment (he probably will, the whole guild loved Maya).

If Emily was still lusting after dark guys.

If V was still having those mini concerts of hers.

If Cece and Ace would ever get together any time soon.

I stopped then, dropping the used tub into the sink and practically crashed down from the counter, backing into the wall, and sliding down until I was practically sitting in my laundry basket and on my pile of dirty clothes.

I was drawing them again.

This is why I hated and would never get used to change.

I could never go back to those days.

I could never go back.

Not to them.

Not ever.

They'll never accept this new person.

This new Lillian Evan.

This Lily Harvard.

"I can't go back anymore..."

One tear turned into a sob and before I knew it, I was curling up in the laundry basket in the corner of my bathroom bawling like a baby.

THIS CHAPTER in a sentence: where Lily goes from normal angsty teenager to trolling diva to emo princess in five minutes. I'm terrible at pacing. Have mercy on this poor soul.

I'm probably going to lose a lot of readers with this chapter; I'M SORRY, THIS IS THE LAST TIME!