Impostors

My whole life, I always thought that I was the only impostor. That everyone else was certain they were real in some way that I could never understand. But what if they're all just faking too? Maybe none of us know who we really are.

Freedom's easy to lose and hard to get back.

Freedom has a way of destroying things.

Maybe none of us know who we really are.

That girl in the painting looks so fierce, so strong. I want her to be the truth of me.

Let’s kill a rabbit,” Col says when he wakes up.

He wanted to show the world that nobody can win against him, no matter what cards they hold. Proving that he could throw me away was just as important as taking the ruins.

I thought when he learned my secret, he would understand the ally I could be. But instead, he doesn't even know who I am.

I wonder if she ever wants to trade lives with me, if only for the chance to punch something.

She squeezes my hand, and I feel that certainty I always had as a littlie. That I'm more than expendable. More than a body double.

We kiss again, the sounds of our lips as faint as whispers in the night.