Alone until...
Raised in oblivion and destined to be great. The summary of the prophecy that I just learned of. I would like to say I would fight for goodness and everything. In truth, I am coward coveted by lovers who do not belong me but to my past life. Fate forces me into their arms, forcing me care about life. Some would say there is no story here and I would have agreed with them. No one talks about the forces at play here and I am tired of keeping my closed and following blindly. Because for the first time in my nineteen years, I feel alive and I am not ready to give up what came with being alive. Who gives a fuck about being normal anymore?