She was right.

I haven't accepted everything for the way it is.

A part of me still wished that I could change a mysterious past.

Then maybe I could be Khiara.

A lot had come to pass, and only I knew what those had meant.

Why do I still grief? I do not know. I can't seem to remember a reason why. It's been a long hidden memory of mine. One which I had chosen to place aside, locked away, until dust had hidden it away from my sight.

I was free and yet never was.

I left that place, that room, that chest with those memories.

I've changed, no longer reliant, no longer dependent.

It was then that the prospects of entering another place became intimidating.

I am afraid to lose, to lose what I am now.
I am afraid to go back to a distant past of who i was.

Why do I still not feel happy despite having tasted success in life.

She said many girls would die to be in my position, but why have I been fighting all my life to get out of this?

Fate can be so cruel at times.
I'm nothing but a pawn in her hands.

An insignificant thread in the beautifully weaved carpet.

PpD