Historias de Runawaycolours

When you're at the edge, almost tipping over, you're alone, fighting, sometimes barely even breathing. Because you're trying to save yourself from the plunge; you look down at the abyss and shiver, its such a long way down. "I don't want to fall," you murmur to yourself, shaking your head. You've gone this far, you know can't stop now. And you'll do anything to save yourself. Anything. Because we all know the higher you climb, the harder you fall.

"There's nothing wrong with just being normal, Celeste," I sighed, exhaling loudly to convey how annoyed I was. "That's just the way you are now, learn to live with it." "Normal?" Celeste echoed. "Are you kidding me? I don't want to be normal. I don't want to have to live with it. I don't want to be stuck in this body, with this plain-Jane face and this ugly tangled hair that can never be combed straight. I want to be freaking geogeous, like you. Like how I used to be. I want my old body back!"