Moonspear But we're not the same

"Respect you say," Osprey repeated, eyes narrowing, as she scrutinized Charon's face, the shadow of hurt feelings not escaping her gaze. To say that beneath her icey demeanor there was nothing but still waters, was a lie. The loss of a friend hurt her too, yet she could not decide, whether the fault lied entirely with the boy or was it because she refused to accept the change, having him grown up as a different person than she had hoped. After all, if you loved someone as a brother, you accepted their flaws and did not ask them to change? You respected them being unique. Just like he had said. A part of her agreed with this, but the other did not want to believe that this was it. Simple like that. 

"Don't you think that if a person respects you that you should respect them in return?" she asked rethorically. "I would like to be your friend again, but not, if you are the one to demand and judge me and my choices, if you act... as if you own me. And as if  I, therefore, owe you something."