"Torn But Fearless: Defender of Realms" conveys the idea of a central character who, despite being emotionally torn or broken, exhibits fearlessness and serves as a protector or defender of various realms or worlds.
The term "torn" refers to the emo...
What made this day particularly special? The sun was peaking through the window, and my alarm was ringing incessantly, signalling that it was time to wake up and begin a new day. It was just another boring day with lots of drama for me. I moaned and buried my face in my pillow before deciding that I had to get up or risk being late for class. I snoozed my alarm and hurried to get ready.
I apologize for forgetting to introduce myself. Hello, my name is Elena. As you have probably already guessed, I am not at all a morning person. Well, my life is pretty fucked up so as do my emotions but who can complain
Oh no, I'm running late for college. I dashed out of my house after rapidly brushing my hair and wishing my mother a happy morning and bidding her farewell. Thank goodness I arrived at the bus stop just as I hurriedly boarded the bus. It appears that today is not all that horrible. It's very uncommon to see an empty seat, so I quickly snatched it up, plugged in my air pods, and proceeded to listen to my favourite Ed Sheeran song, Perfect. I adore his voice; it is so relaxing, and the song lyrics are also very tranquil, but I must warn you that these kinds of words are only wonderful in songs and movies; in real life, they are awful and trust me, I have seen more awful things than you can imagine.
I didn't take long to get to the campus gate, and as soon as I walked inside, I felt someone staring at me intently. I was known for my troubles with rage, my icy gaze, and my death glares, especially because of him.
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I didn't pay attention to the judgmental looks they were giving me. I started to move about the school.
When I first arrived on campus, I felt as though I could not move because I had not seen HIM in two years. As soon as I did, all the memories began to flood in front of my eyes. I wish I'd never come across him. How much I wish I could simply vanish and never return, how much I wish I could travel back in time and undo all my mistakes, but these are only my wishes, which can never be totally realized. I can see HIM and HER right now as I'm in front of the campus gate.
I was asking God why, after all these years, a portion of my terrible history had suddenly resurfaced in front of me, despite my best efforts to put things right. I took a big breath, plugged my air pods back in, and then I stopped staring at them and started to walk toward my locker to put my spare book in the locker.
I'm proud of myself because I managed to keep a straight face and avoid showing any signs of vulnerability while my heart was racing so swiftly that I had to walk by them as if I didn't know them. I took a deep breath and reached for my locker, thanking God that I had avoided their company. Unfortunately, my luck was not so good because I then heard the voice—the same voice that had before made me joyful and hopeful—and now made me feel angry, disappointed, and like I wanted to hide.
I took a deep breath once more to calm myself before turning around and looking into those two pairs of eyes, which have always comforted me and now I even don't want to see my reflection in them. He was there, standing in front of me, wearing his distinctive scent, and staring into my eyes as if he were searching for something.
