Adeline Monarch // Gentle Gust
Wandering into the kitchen, feeling the questions and memories that had been stirred, fall back into place, Edeline felt herself grow back into her normal self. She disliked brining up the subject of her powers, she didn’t really understand them, most of the things she felt about them were questioned. She didn’t understand how she got them, and felt she should know, or at least used to know. It bothered her because it felt like she was missing several pieces of herself; it caused her to panic from worry.
Sometimes when this was brought up, Edeline would begin crying, cry till she couldn’t do so anymore. On occasion, she’d tell herself all was okay, or let her little world remain the same, even if it was a lie, like she thought weekly, she didn’t mind. She was happy; at least that’s what she believed. Was it true? Was she happy? It struck Edeline as odd that she’d even think that she wasn’t, she was. She was able to eat almost anything she wanted, have nice clothes, go out if she was well enough, and such. Her life was safe, cozy and secure. Even if…even if…no one seemed to be around.
Okay, so there were some issues but Edeline could live with them. She understood that she was sick, and her parents had problems seeing their child in pain. That was all it had to be! That was all! Edeline pulled out the chair facing outward, then sat down gently, she crossed her legs, and waited for Miranda.
Now I wont do less than my best, I'll become stronger like...unswaying love.
