Haze’s little sister, Mia, walks in on him fighti
Haze’s little sister, Mia, walks in on him fighting a dummy in a fighting room. She was wearing an white shirt and overalls with yellow rain boots. Her hair was blonde, like her brothers but more light, wavy-curly waist-length and her eyes were a deep blue. She was covered in dirt from head to toe, and she was holding a glass bottle with different bugs and worms in it. Mia was someone who loved playing in mud and learning/discovering new things–that was what her brother adored about her but it was also something that scared him. That she was too curious–he always was a bit protective over her. He was bare, and his muscles were tense and dripping sweat. He looked focused and blue sparks of electricity were coming off him. “Need something?” Haze said quietly, as he reached for a towel. “My little scientist?”
Mia grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Haze! Can you make time go faster? I want to see what happens to these worms when they get older!”
He sighed, placing the towel on the bench beside him. “Mia, you know I can’t just speed up time for a bunch of worms. It’s not like…” he trailed off, unable to finish the thought. It wasn’t like he could speed up time for his own life, for his own grief. He couldn’t bring back their parents, couldn’t rewind the clock to before the classified accident that took them.
“Why not?” Mia pressed, her brow furrowing. “You can do everything else with time. You can go back, you can go forward, you can even freeze it. Why not just make these worms grow up fast?”
Haze avoided her gaze, his amber eyes clouding with a sadness that was too deep for his young years. “It’s not that simple,” he mumbled, picking up a small, dusty notebook from the floor. It was filled with calculations, notes, and diagrams about time manipulation. He was always studying, always trying to understand his power, but it was a heavy burden. “Sometimes, Mia,” he said, turning to face her, his expression softening, “Sometimes, even with all the time in the world, you can’t change things.”
Mia looked at him, her usual sparkle of curiosity dimmed by a flicker of understanding. She reached out and touched the glass bottle, her fingers tracing the outline of the wriggling worms. “But, you can still make things better, right? Even if you can’t go back, you can still make a good future, right?”
Haze swallowed, surprised by the wisdom in her innocent question. It was a simple question, yet it carried the weight of his own unspoken struggle. He glanced at the notebook, then back at his sister. “Yes, Mia. You’re right. We can make things better, even if we can’t change the past.” He picked up the bottle, careful not to drop it. “Maybe we can take care of these worms, make them grow up healthy. We can make a good future for them.”
Mia grinned, her eyes lighting up again. “That sounds fun! Can we give them names?”
Haze smiled back, a genuine, warm smile that broke through the solemn mask he usually wore. “Of course, Mia. We can give them names.” As he walked out of the room, he felt a small flicker of hope, a tiny spark of warmth in the depths of his loneliness. Maybe, just maybe, the future wasn’t so bleak after all. Maybe, with his sister by his side, he could find a way to make things better, even if he couldn’t change the past. (describe the notes Haze took)
Haze’s notebook was a testament to his tireless pursuit of understanding his time manipulation powers. The pages were filled with intricate diagrams, scribbled equations, and notes written in a hurried hand. It was a chaotic landscape of ideas, observations, and calculations, reflecting the relentless storm within his mind.
Diagrams: The notebook was dotted with sketches depicting the flow of time, represented by spiraling lines and interconnected circles. Some diagrams showed a single point in time being stretched or compressed, while others explored the concept of time bending and folding back on itself.
Equations: Mathematical equations, some simple, others complex, filled the margins of the notebook. Haze meticulously documented his attempts to quantify the effects of his abilities, striving to find a mathematical framework that would allow him to control and predict his powers.
Notes: Scribbled notes accompanied each diagram and equation, offering insights into his experiments and observations. He recorded his successes, like the day he managed to briefly pause time, but also his failures, such as the time his attempts to rewind a few seconds resulted in a disorienting blur.
Observations: Throughout the notebook, Haze meticulously documented his experiences with his abilities. He recorded his observations of how different emotions, thoughts, and even external stimuli affected his powers. His notes were a mix of scientific curiosity and personal struggles, revealing the weight of his burden.
Haze’s notebook was more than just a tool; it was a reflection of his hopes and anxieties. It was a record of his journey, a map of his understanding, and a reminder of his relentless pursuit of mastering his powers. It was also a silent testament to his unspoken grief, a reminder of the things he yearned to change but couldn’t.
