The Petal That Fell

Running away was something I was used to. The motherly wind swimming through my hair and the cheers of my pain begging to keep going. I could taste it. I could taste change. Something so foreign.
Something is going to change-

For better or for worse.

After the death of my father, I was the most wanted for all the wrong reasons. A remorseful murderer, Amaeteur bodyguards, thug-like fighters, a furious fiance, a needy but lovable child, a hiding relative, a charming but cold lover or enemy or friend, a jealous rival. I'm not sure whether I liked it. But everything was still changing.

For better or for...worse?