Persephone's Point of View
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Fuck. Of all the bathrooms in this damn academy, why did I have to teleport into this one? Out of all the bathrooms I could've landed in, why did it have to be this one? The one bathroom where he was hanging around. The arch-demon bastard, as if my day wasn't already bad enough. It couldn't have been any other place, right? The universe must really hate me.
And seriously, what the hell is going on with him? What's going on with his look? Since when does he have a piercing in the right corner of his bottom lip? I've never seen him with that before, and it's throwing me off. He never used to care about things like that. And wait—since when does he have not just one, but two tiny dot piercings on the corner of his left eyebrow?
Who does that? What kind of person just adds extra piercings like that for no reason? It's like he's trying to send some kind of message, but honestly, what could it even be? I have no idea. It's probably something pointless, just like everything else about him. And on top of all that, there's that godforsaken serpentine tattoo of his.
You know the one—the one that slithers around his neck and collarbones like it's some sort of permanent reminder that he's a walking, talking definition of "too much." That tattoo is a constant symbol of excess, an endless spiral of over-the-top, and every time I look at it, I feel like it's mocking me. He's the embodiment of "excess," and here I am, stuck in my own skin, questioning everything about the universe and the cosmic injustices it has clearly designed for me.
Seriously, what the hell is wrong with me? Why do I have to be stuck in this pathetic 1.67-meter frame, while he just keeps getting taller? Like, why is this my fate? It feels like I'm frozen in time, while everyone around me, including that bastard, keeps growing and growing. It's like some sick joke being played on me, and I'm the punchline. How is this even fair?
How does it work that I get stuck in this tiny body while everyone else gets to tower over me like they're all giants? And the worst part? He was already 2 meters tall before we even went on vacation, and now it feels like he's gotten even taller. How does that even work? I was fine with it before—well, as fine as I could be with my pathetic excuse for a height compared to his—but now? Now, it's like I've been left behind in the race of life.
And it's not just him—it's like the universe is trying to make me feel physically small, like I'm nothing more than a speck in this world, barely noticeable. How did this happen? Why is this happening? Why am I not growing? Why was I cursed with such a stupidly small frame?
It's not fair, is it? Both my brothers are already towering at 1.92 meters. And then there's him. He's taller than me, and I hate it. I feel so small next to them. Why am I always the shortest? Why did the universe have to play such a cruel trick on me? Why couldn't I have gotten just a little more height? Hell, even 10 centimeters would've been enough.
Just a little more so I wouldn't look so ridiculous standing next to anyone else. I don't care if I'm not the tallest person in the world, but for once, couldn't I just be a bit closer to average? Even just 1.77 meters. That's all I'm asking for. But no. Apparently, that's too much to ask for. It's like the universe actively wants me to feel insignificant, a fraction of what everyone else is.
But here's the real kicker—how the hell is he still growing? He's 20! By this age, most people stop growing, right? But no, he's still getting taller, stretching out like some kind of mutant beanstalk. I feel like I'm stuck here, completely frozen in time while everyone else just keeps going. It's like my body refused to cooperate with the laws of nature, leaving me in a constant state of frustration.
How is this even possible? I don't understand. I was supposed to grow, to mature like everyone else, but instead, I'm left staring up at people who were already taller than me to begin with. It feels like there's something wrong with my body, like it's betraying me. And when I try to get answers, nothing helps. All I get is more confusion and resentment.
So, naturally, I asked Headmaster Diana for help.
Me: Can I still grow taller?
Me: Is there some kind of potion or something that could give me an extra 5 or 10 cm of height?
Headmaster Diana: No, dear.
Headmaster Diana: You already have a beautiful height.
Me: Why, thank you, Headmaster, but I'm still feeling like an ant.
Me: There has to be a way, no?
Headmaster Diana: You already have the way.
Me: sighing gif
Me: Heels aren't enough.
Headmaster Diana: Is this about Pride-Niklaus's height, dear?
Me: Is there another walking tower around here?
Me: Even if I wear 30 cm heels, it still won't make me the same height as him.
Headmaster Diana: Well, you could always use your telekinesis to float up to his height.
Me: Is there seriously not a way?
Me: A potion that'll make me grow, like in Alice in Wonderland?
Headmaster Diana: Nope.
Headmaster Diana: Again, your height is just fine.
Headmaster Diana: Really, don't worry about it.
That was so unhelpful, I wanted to scream. Her little pep talk did nothing to make me feel better. In fact, it just made everything worse. I felt patronized. I wasn't looking for her to tell me that my height was fine when I clearly wasn't feeling fine about it. I wasn't looking for empty compliments. I needed a solution, something tangible to fix the fact that I felt physically inferior to everyone around me.
Me: I'm the shortest sophomore student.
Headmaster Diana: Not just among the sophomores, dear.
Headmaster Diana: Among the juniors and seniors too.
Me: gasping gif
Me: That's not helpful.
Headmaster Diana: giggles
Headmaster Diana: Supernatural kids are usually very tall, you know.
Me: I am a supernatural kid, that doesn't apply to me, though.
Headmaster Diana: You are the adorable exception.
Ugh. I had enough. I shut off my phone with a frustrated groan and shoved it back into the front pocket of my black leather high-waist pants. "Adorable my arse," I muttered, annoyed and disgusted by the entire conversation. I was done. I was sick of her empty words and lack of real help. What was the point in going to her for advice if all I got was vague, unhelpful nonsense?
"Oh, but you are," a voice interrupted my thoughts, cutting through my frustration like a knife. I whipped around, instinctively raising my fist, ready to swing it at whoever dared sneak up on me. But of course, it was Loki—the infuriating fox. He easily dodged my punch, that smug grin stretching across his face. I just knew he was about to say something ridiculous. "Calm down, Calli. I'm harmless. You're looking stunning today. Whoever called you adorable, I agree. You really are. I missed you, Calli."
I scowled, taking a step back, making it clear that he was getting way too close for comfort. "Do not get into my personal space, fox." Was he taller now, too? Seriously? He was already annoyingly tall at 1.89 meters before the vacation, but now it seemed like he was pushing 1.95 meters. This is just beyond ridiculous. It's like the universe is conspiring to make me feel as small as possible. I muttered under my breath, "Fucking towers."
Every damn person I know is growing taller, and I'm stuck here, feeling like a bloody hobbit. It's just not fair.
"Did you notice, Calli?" Loki beamed at me, his grin widening like he couldn't wait to drop his latest bombshell. "I grew 6 cm."
Six centimeters. From 1.89 meters to 1.95 meters. In one fucking vacation.
It's so fucking unfair. So. Bloody. Unfair.
"So, why the sour face, Calli? Did you get into a fight with Pride?" Loki tilted his head, that infuriatingly playful look on his face. It was obvious he was enjoying every second of my irritation.
Clenching my fists, I ignored him and started to walk away, trying to put as much distance between myself and his ridiculous presence. But as I crossed the cafeteria, I saw them—the girls from my sisterhood. Aaliyah, Æva, Adeline, Anna, Che Liling, Emery, Makayla, Nyssa, Solana, and Thalia. They were all looking at me with those looks that screamed "oh, Calli's mad" and I could feel my cheeks flush with heat. There was no way around it. They were all going to be asking me for details. Great.
Perfect. Just perfect.
They were all gathered in their usual gossip circle, talking and laughing together like always. I never join them, I know how bothersome my presence can be.