❝ Would you change who you are , if you could ? ❞
-@auxilliatrix
Maryam inhaled sharply, looking up from the book she had been reading. It had been a slow day, so she had decided to occupy her time with something to keep her mind off of things.
Either she was too engrossed in her book, or something odd had happened, for she had not heard anyone come in.
A stranger, an oddly familiar stranger, asking her a poignant question. So taken aback she was, she didn’t even pause to think that it was usually her who asked those kind of questions in the store.
“Would I...?” she pondered.
Her mind drifted back to her friends, to the countless deals, all the pain that she had been the funnel for all these years. All the pain she had taken upon herself.
She hardly noticed her nails digging into the book, crumpling several tens of pages.
She would. In a heartbeat.
But she would not give her employer the satisfaction of hearing her say it in the store.
“I’m unsure.” she managed to say, a quiver barely hidden in her voice. “You... caught me off guard, dear guest.”












