Aftertaste of Silver

The thing about victory... it lingers. There is always a reminder of it that makes you hark back and try to dwell into those moments, to feel it in your bones and just embody the totality of it.

But for Amira, victories are never away. It is in her, forever etched to her name like she'd become the parasite to it. Winning is her forte- in whatever she does. She has never been the ground below as she was born on a pedestal.

And yet... She finds herself searching for a piece in her, a remembrance of a certain thing she'd awfully craved for the first time she won it.