``astrid``
- TheNightWriter
- Aug 4, 2018
- 1 min read
"I am not an unwavering hero," she said.
She let out a quiet laugh and shook her head in disappointment. "Quite the opposite actually.
"I mean, my body panics when my hands glow and shakes when my mind slows down. And you say that I'm destined to save you.
"You say that I'm destined to heal the feuds between our worlds. But really, I'm just trying to be less lonely and, I guess maybe that makes me selfish.
"Possibly, I'm just too strangled by my own demons to realize that I have helping hands reaching for me every second of the day.
"And maybe I'm not as lonely as I think, because as everyone says 'It's just a matter of perspective'. But it's hard to think differently when all you have is questions building in numbers by the day with answers dwindling by the second," she said with questioning eyes that looked to the yellow ring that spun monotonously on her index finger.
"But who knows really? I guess we'll see as my epic comes to an end," she sighed helplessly against Winter's darting breeze.
"Maybe I'm not as lonely as I think I am. But, I sure as hell don't feel like it."
``astrid quez selene``
sᴜʙsᴄʀɪʙᴇ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ, ᴀɴᴅ ғᴇᴇʟ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀɴ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ sᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴇɴɢᴀɢᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʙʏ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʟɪᴋɪɴɢ ᴘᴏsᴛs
ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴘʟᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sɪᴛᴇ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ
ɪ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ sᴀᴛᴜʀᴅᴀʏ ʙʏ 𝟻:𝟶𝟶, sᴏ ʙᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴏᴜᴛ ғᴏʀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴘᴏsᴛs
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