Bram;
I stare at my reflection in the water. Alana's gentle face stares back.
Her big, harmless, unassuming eyes, wild, long brown hair, and floppy bunny ears.
I've grown used to her form. Mastered almost everything.
From the way she walks, down to her expressions.
I never thought it would be possible to impitate someone so well, but here I am.
Doing it… and enjoying it.
There's something bloody exciting about being overlooked. That feeling when everyone smiles at you and trusts you without knowing the kind of poisonous thorn you are.
It's… peaceful in an amusing way.
When I was forced to take on this role, I didn't expect to enjoy it so… but here I am.
A small smile splits my face as I pick up the robe from the heap beside me and shove it gently into the water.
The cool water engulfs my hands, and gentle shivers run up my fingers.
I watch as dirt from the cloth bleeds into the water and gets carried away by the current.
