livia, district one ; cbd1. fin

You lead a simple existence.

A simple yet unremarkable one. And the reason is like a diamond: transparent and clear-cut. You're not special, nothing about you is. At least, not to the caviling standards that's been etched into the jeweled walls of One's mores.

You're pretty enough to be seen, but not recognized. Captivating enough to be heard, but not listened to. Deadly enough to be a career, but not one of the best.

On the surface, you've become content with this fact. Perfectly fine with being wholly ordinary, stretching a smile across your face and acting like everything's alright (You can't hide that look in your eyes). But somewhere in your trivial life, something began bubbling underneath your skin. Not an fiery rage, but a desperation. A dream or a wish, maybe. That you'd be more than just a footnote. More than just that Vass kid.

But that's just a dream.

Nothing more, nothing less.