People say you change when tragedy happens. You can learn from it and grow.
Not in my case.
My soft personality hardened to prevent further injuries to my soul. I could never love again.
The other freelancers stopped talking to me gradually; but since then I decided not to care because caring, causes hurt.
Even months after her death, I can still smell a faint sweet scent of strawberries: which was the only thing that kept me going.
I straightened as I stumbled apon a body. I was supposed to be looking for York, but the strawberry scent often whisked me away into the corners of my mind.
Blood pooled around my foot as I slowly tilted my head to examine the body. The glimmer of his golden suit. My lips tightened as I rolled him over, and saw the face of York.
"York?!" I said loudly, hoping he would somehow spring up and make jokes like he always does.
I checked his pulse, even though I knew he was dead. Maybe, just maybe, he was alive.
This shattered my wall I
Of "not caring" that I was hiding behind, though I remained straight faced.
"Take me back to headquarters. There is something the director would need to know." Deltas green light illuminated the near vicinity.
I didn't notice him until now.
Quickly, as delta kept urging me, we made it back to the headquarters. And after a while of waiting while dying of Boredom, the director finally was ready to tell us what had been so urgent.
He looked around the room with a crooked smile
"We have a new enemy"
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Rampant
FanfictionAgent Alaska is the new recruit for the secret, rigorous project freelancer. But she doesn't know that yet. In an orphanage, surrounded by others, she was told on her 16th birthday she would go where her big sister went, Carolina. Her 16th birthday...
