Failure
Heavy, so heavy. More tired than she had even been, Alessa sank into the relative safety of the bed beneath her. Familiar smells clung to the sheets and air, trying to coax her into a well deserved sleep, but every time she closed her eyes she was met with chaos.
Fire. Screams. The overwhelming realization that for all she knew and had done, she was still useless. She would always be a lurker, not a fighter, and that battleground had been no place for her.
Chest heavy. Breaths ragged. She opened her eyes again, turning her tear-filled gaze to the ceiling and counting the tiles to keep her mind focused on something other than the panic.
She wasn’t ready, she had known she wasn’t, and yet she still tried to be there.
Only to feel like death had greeted her with open arms. So instead of standing her ground as she had sworn, instead of living up to the duty she believed her powers to have granted her, Alessa panicked and in space between somewhere within her frazzled mind- she reached out to a familiar feeling and ran.












