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Anabelle sighed again. She was walking Infront of her house, she was gonna ride her bike.

She caressed it with her fingers, really bright green, really high. It's so extra.

She remembered wanting blue back then, turfa had a blue one, she begged her father to buy a blue one but turned out all blue ones were ugly.

She loved it but rarely rode it. She got sudden spurt once a year, rode it for an hour everyday,then her period started and it laid untouched another year.

Her life was a real life Solo Levelling, she was born B Rank.

She usually started something, read a new subject and discovered she was better than experienced people in two days.

But no matter how much she practiced she never got better.

She was stuck.
But since she was stuck in a good position she never felt the need to break through the confinement.

"Ana" meant favoured by god after all and "belle" meant pretty girl.

She won't call herself pretty.

She just had a good facial harmony.

She hated her dark skin. And that butt chin. And how chubby her cheeks got after gaining even a little weight.

She had a natural jawline sure but the chin ruined it.

She sighed again.

What she was , Is "attractive".

Though she was flat, rectangular, maybe it was her personality?

But people rarely wasn't attracted to her.

Anyone would like her after a single conversation.

It reminded her of Aomame from 1Q84.
Wasn't she flat too?

Ana really hated riding the bike.
But she bought it.

She was thinking to pass the time.

Between three choices.

Whether she should continue study, pursue volleyball or just chill out with her guitar.

She saw a skinny girl wearing pink running with an organic chemistry book, nerd Ana at Harvard. Not sad but not happy,as she was now
Still popular, cooed on in her damn motherland by all aunts. Kinda lonely there but when wasn't she.

Then she sees Ana with a levi undercut, sitting cross legged, wrapping her ankles in bindings. She's lean and muscular . Waking up morning, working out, running, no time to die, eating protein shakes, and really happy but her mum doesn't call her often and people just consider her a nut job.in Japan.

Then there Ana, where her location is, is unknown, she's Infront of a crowd, a lot of booze, a lot of cigarettes and a lot of "life". All banging their heads at her singing . Her angry lyrics, sloppy singing, throwing booze over the crowd and just screaming. Because in underground concert no one cares about the talent, it's always the "life".
And hell isn't she happy? But yeah after the night, she'll be returning where she doesn't remember as she woke up at an unfamiliar place everyday, hiw long has it been since she saw her mum?

She knows, no matter what path she'll choose, she'll be loved.

It's like "operation true love" .

Love too was a certain amount in this world, people are born with what they'll ever get.

She has a lot.
Even if she just stayed here and got married in an arrange marriage (that'll never happen) she'll still be a well loved aunt, a well loved mother when she picks her child from school and so on.

Ana thought how life was different to everyone.

She had a perfect life ,her parents gave that much. A perfect place.
But to her that was dull .
She was born this way.
Born for chaos.
And these people are born, who never belongs anywhere. And usually they remain unforgotten.

But god forgot to put the "perseverance" "hard work" "resolve" in her.

Studying while scrolling, waking up at 5am to watch "to do" while eating sugary coffee with biscuits and then starting to study because well, that way life's much easier is preferable.

But really.

Lyrics under notes stay forgotten, guitar untouched, dreams ignored.

She wished she was born elsewhere. And maybe in an imperfect family where she could've truly ran away without guilt.

And if her courage was as high as her dreams.

She always chased after money though she had enough from her parents. Because she always had the tendency to want more. One Dior lipstick isn't enough, she never went to a TXT concert and so much more.

Greedy .

Yes ,her mum said she was as greedy as her father's mother .
Lol, of course mom. I got the other "X" from my father who got it from his mother.

Why would you marry him if you didn't want me to end up like him?

Didn't you excel science?

She shook her head, one hour flew by and she was Infront of the goddamn place.

Her thoughts always wandered back to her mother and father.
And blaming them for her cowardice.
Always wanting to break everything.
Always so so so angry.
She's a boring person to talk to for this.

She looked at the "30/5-B" template.
Where no sound is to made, no feeling, no fear to be shown.

It was an ice dungeon.
And she was a failed experiment.