[ sierra rubs her brow, still frowning. although she hasn’t physically changed much from the image in the mirror, the person standing before reim now seems unspeakably older in less tangible ways. it’s been centuries, of course. ]
The first many years of my life were boring. You might judge me for what an idiot I used to be, but there’s nothing painful there.
[ she delivers the statement as confidently as always, though she’s troubled and annoyed by her situation, but the reality is different in her chest. there’s an ache squeezing at her heart, a buried hurt that’s being roused by the person she used to be.
those stupid words—caring about someone, wanting them to stay, loneliness. crying about it. it’s awful. ]
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[ sierra rubs her brow, still frowning. although she hasn’t physically changed much from the image in the mirror, the person standing before reim now seems unspeakably older in less tangible ways. it’s been centuries, of course. ]
The first many years of my life were boring. You might judge me for what an idiot I used to be, but there’s nothing painful there.
[ she delivers the statement as confidently as always, though she’s troubled and annoyed by her situation, but the reality is different in her chest. there’s an ache squeezing at her heart, a buried hurt that’s being roused by the person she used to be.
those stupid words—caring about someone, wanting them to stay, loneliness. crying about it. it’s awful. ]