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𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑺𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑬𝑫 𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑵𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑯 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑩𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑯, your eyes drawing themselves across the yellow-tinted skies. While you clutched your luggage with your fingers and pressed the soft leather texture between your finger pads, your lips pressed against each other to create a small line. It was a lovely hue of blue in the sky. It had been tinted with streaks of pink and orange, with each color smearing like paint against one another. As the echoes of chatter resonated closely to your ear, splotches of dazzling colors obscure your eyesight.

The sky was a lovely, gentle golden that colored the landscape around you. It was finer than silk and smoother than water in the light breeze, which gently brushes against you. The wind made the trees rattle, tearing wayward leaves from their limbs. It was a stunning sight. The world was so serene, your (e/c) eyes couldn't believe it. Whilst you rejoiced in the beautiful rays of the sun, the folks who chatted brought you immense joy.

. . . "It's fantastic; we've finally gotten the boy we wanted! This will be a huge improvement for everyone. I mean, there's (Y/n), our firstborn, but she's so uninteresting. It's as though the girl is completely devoid of personality."

"But, I put forth a lot of effort. . ." You added, "I worked extremely hard to be perfect like you desired. And you think I'm incredibly boring?"

"So it's my problem you wound up like this? You're blaming me for your failures," she struck back, crossing her arms as she inhaled deeply. "All right, I guess I'm responsible for some of it. I did raise you; evidently, I made a mistake."

How could you possibly forget? You pondered as you closed your eyes slowly. How could you have forgotten who you were in the first place? Surely you weren't this. . . obnoxious? You weren't this carefree adolescent who savored every moment. You weren't the sort to be overjoyed about such a minor detail. You weren't the type to laugh at everything. You weren't the sort to smile like it was a prize in an Olympic competition. However, you performed so well in the part that you questioned whether you had tricked yourself enough into believing this was the real you.

As the clouds exchanged pleasantries, your eyes flickered open and your clouded vision gradually cleared. Perhaps you were deceiving yourself. This sort of lie is based on irrational desires and the deception of others. Could you imagine yourself smiling, a sincere smile that you didn't have to fake for your reputation's sake? Could you imagine living the life you wanted, one where you weren't such a burden to people like your family?

As you waited for your bus, you stood silently at the bus stop, your eyes scanning the scenery. While taking deep breaths, you rubbed your hand across your chest. The thin, silky material rubbed against your skin, tickling it. Years of anguish and tragedy would never be able to flush away from your mind. You could laugh and cry all you wanted, but it wouldn't change what had happened previously. You might smile joyfully without the need for care in the world, yet it would never take away the bitter sensation you have.

"You won't regret this?" When a voice erupted, you turned to face the source of the noise. Your eyes opened as you saw a familiar (h/c)-haired figure directing themself by your side. They were standing next to you, their dull eyes peering into your (e/c) ones. As your pupils dilated, your hands began to quiver. "You didn't even say farewell to me or your mother, (Y/n). Is this something you're sure of?"

You shook as you sank your nails into your suitcase's leather, the thin material shredding under your effort. As the weight of his comments sank into your head, processing his questions, your shoulders stiffened. Was he making fun of you? You thought for a while. "Perhaps this is a mistake, but it's one I'm willing to make. . ." Although your tone was undoubtedly caustic, he could tell that your eyes were expressing a different narrative than your words. "Moreover, neither you nor my mother was particularly concerned. Aren't you the one who offered to pay?"

"You're truly. . . something, (Y/n)." He averted his gaze from you. As you returned his stare, his words drilled holes in your heart despite his words. He appeared dissatisfied by your remark. "Your mother was correct; you are very boring. Perhaps this school can provide you with some structure for your uninteresting nature."

Internally, you shivered as you felt the sting of his words pierce your heart. Maybe it was all a blunder. You really shouldn't have let him send you away, but you desperately needed some time away from them. Your folks were a complete nightmare. A sense of anxiety began to develop in the middle of your chest as the breeze delicately ruffled your (h/c) hair.

"Goodbye, father," you whispered, your piercing orbs capturing his gaze as the bus came to a halt in front of you.

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