Everything must end, and she knew this. She knew his leaving was inevitable, but that didn't numb the pain at all.

She wanted to to see him again. But they simply couldn't spare the time and energon on that.

She knew that what she was doing was probably one of the shittiest ways of coping, but she was beyond the point of caring. So she buried herself in her music, and drinking.

They told her she was broken... it took all her strength to not strike them in the face. She simply continued on, because what other choice did she have?

It was getting worse. She gave up. Just keep singing, even if it's off key. Memories always flooded her mind, onto paper in the notes she wrote. Now, the once familiar and comforting language seemed cruel and unforgiving, just like the notes carried nothing but flat monotone.

She wanted hurt herself. She's driving herself insane. She's only fifteen.

But then again, most fifteen year olds aren't involved in a war that lasted millennia. So much death...

Death... it didn't seem like such a foreign concept now.

She would always be the dare devil. She's going to remain the crazy outcast. She's going to remain the girl they knew.

Because she enjoyed defying fate.

She kept at it.

Because one day, he's going to come back. Right?