"This wasn't supposed to happen"
"I hate it here, I hate it here, I HATE IT HERE!"
How does a negative emotion like sadness share a color with a warm wave from the beach? How does the calm ocean turn into such a terrible, no, horrible storm that tosses anything near it?
I walked up to a shattered mirror, looking into the pieces of glass on the floor.
"Acadia, Acadia...What a meaningless name. It's a name that holds the hero I used to be.", I chant.
Upon the shattered glass I stare into my reflection. It was nothing new. It was just me wearing the regular Black ruffled dress with a corset, my brunette hair down - wearing a white flower behind my hair.
I crushed one of the bigger pieces of the shattered glass with my heel.
" I don't want to see my reflection EVER again. I'm different now."
Yet again, staring down the shattered pieces with my gloomy lavender eyes.
The dark walls of the tower feels like . . . an endless void.
"I'm done with being seen as the 'Hero'. I was too nice anyway."
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Summer's Losing Battle
Literatura Faktu"I was supposed to be the HERO." "I hate it here, I hate it here, I hate it here." Acadia was a heroine. Only for her deeds to become a apart of a crushing betrayal to the town she was suppose to 'Save".
