By fourteen, El understood her wishes weren’t harmless.
They were dangerous.
Her emotions didn’t stay inside her. They leaked out, invisible and violent, twisting the world in ways no one could explain. She didn’t have to be near the road. She didn’t have to see the person. She didn’t have to speak.
She just had to want.
And somewhere — blocks away, miles away — the world obeyed.
When she wished someone would slow down, tires lost traction. When she wished someone would stop, brakes failed. When she wished someone would understand fear, engines stalled mid‑turn.
But sometimes, the world didn’t use cars at all.
Sometimes it used people.
A whispered wish could slip into a stranger’s mind, nudging their thoughts, bending their impulses. A sudden shove. A burst of anger. A moment of violence that felt like it belonged to someone else.
The first time it happened, El felt sick.
The second time, she felt terrified.
The third time… she felt powerful.
She didn’t want to feel that way. She didn’t want to be dangerous.
But she was.
And someone was starting to notice.
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