The grass is always greener on the other side, they say. But you've always lived on that side - the emerald city surrounded by beautiful flowers and supportive family. Your parents sheltered you as a child, feeding you lies about how the world would never hurt you so long as you behaved like a good-natured lady. You were advised to keep your head down and focus on your studies. Don't meddle with troublemakers or else you won't succeed. Eventually, avoiding people became natural to you. You buried your nose in botany books until daylight crept on your doorstep, and soon the greenhouse became your second home. Your parents demanded that you forget about farms and fields; you had such a talent with herbs and plants that you wouldn't need a farm or a factory to make a living.
Before the rebellion ended, you always felt safe in the comforts of the greenhouse. You worked hard to grow healing herbs for the injured. You made deliveries in the dead of night sometimes, and the the healers were always grateful. You simply nodded your head silently at their 'thank yous' and returned home, where you always believed you couldn't be touched.
How ironic that in your future, you would realize how wrong this assumption was.
But was it an assumption when your parents promised you that everything would be okay? That you were the wallflower who couldn't be seen, heard, nor touched?
It baffles you how little you've experienced in life. So many years spent studying and raising plants like they were your pets because you assumed everything could be taken lightly, even as the world around you darkened. You have yet to have your first kiss, go swimming in a lake, dance with another person, have your own birthday cake. Life has abruptly ended those opportunities.
You wonder if you would be any happier if you reversed time and changed it all.