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Run. That was all that he could think of. The only word that was important. So he did
His breath was rigid and unsteady. He ran through Casita trying to reach for Mirabel.
The candle was the least of his worries, Mirabel was risking her life for the candle. Why? He had no idea.
He couldn’t control how fast he was transforming and what he was shifting into. He transformed into a baby and with his under-development body that had only slowed him down.
When he tried to jump onto the roof he couldn’t because his ‘gift’ had only slowed him down. He had turned into a child. If he just and inch taller.
If only he was in control, he would have be faster, taller. Maybe he could’ve gotten to her.
But now she was under rubble, the rubble of their casita. The rubble of her casita.
When casita was rebuilt there was a memorial for the girl with no gift.