When you fold a piece of paper, you're essentially changing the memory of that piece Under the dim light of my desk lamp, I took the square piece of fuchsia paper and laid it on the table. Flipping it over to the reverse blank side, I fished out a pen from the depths of my pencil case. Pen between my fingers, I contemplated writing what I really wanted to relay. My true thoughts. These meaningless feelings. Inhaling deeply, my hand quivered as I tried to control the strokes on the thin sheet of paper. "Please forget about this." I wrote, in minute handwriting. I then started to fold the paper up with my clumsy fingers. Over the reverse side I made a crease, over the inverse side I made a crease. I folded a corner, turned a flap inside out. I smoothed out the paper on the table, and finally dared to take a peek at what I had created. The end product I received was a horribly disfigured cherry blossom. Imperfect, ruined and ugly. Just like my imperfect, ruined, and ugly soul. -Cover background by Avwyn from Deviantart, all credit goes to the artist- -Cover edited by me-

That's the thing with being the quiet girl, only papers know what I say. Part I of The Zeros. | was featured | #3 in poetry |

Highest Ranking: #22 in ACTION : 10/07/17 ❝So Cianne dear, are you in?❞ He grinned. I inhaled once. This was dangerous. It could cost me my life. They could make me do anything. What if I get caught? I was still too young and had a full life in front of me. But ENIGMA thrilled me... ❝I'm in.❞