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WAR?, THE GIRL THOUGHT in a panicked sense.
No! No! NO! This can't be happening... Y/N thought, feeling the world start to spiral around her. Suddenly the soil beneath her started to crumble. She felt her knees buckle, as she collapsed onto all fours, clutching the ground.
Her eyes went off wide as beads of sweat rolled down her forehead. Her heart pounded in her chest. Her breathing became uneven and quick.
Suddenly nothing mattered. She looked around her. The ground— it was gone. The sky— it too was gone. Nothing.
The girl felt her stomach knot up. This couldn't be happening. It couldn't— not another one.
Not another war.
She just wanted peace— independence, a nation, a place where she could grow flowers and not have to worry about anything.
The girl felt hot tears run down her face as she felt herself curl up into a pathetic ball.
No...
Not again.
Her face whirled up to Wilbur who stood above her. Cold. Stone-faced, his lips pursed into a thin line.
She took it all back. She didn't want to be part of the nation. She didn't want something if it came with the cost of war. It didn't matter.
She wanted to scream— yell— say something. Of course, her voice didn't care. It didn't bother doing what she wanted despite the urges of her body. She tried now— to speak— but nothing came out. She tried her hardest to let something come out of her mouth. Nothing. She couldn't do it. It was times like these that she sometimes wished she didn't exist.
Wilbur left the room silently, leaving the poor girl crying on the floor with only her own thoughts to accompany her. Sometimes she hated her thoughts. She could easily spiral herself into madness when she was alone.
The girl felt paralyzed. It felt as though every time she reached her peak— a point when she's just happy enough, the world would come falling back on her.
And Sapnap— what did he think of all of this? He was on the opposing side of course, but did he... want war? How could he do that to her?
Y/N wanted to leave. She couldn't be in L'Manburg— not then. Barely picking herself up, she dragged herself off the cold floor.
