When we’re young, we’re often blind to the world for a period of time. Everything is so… elegant. Peaceful. Beautiful. Yet when we’re older, the world becomes distorted. We start to see things differently. The older we get, the more our perspectives change and warp. The more our thoughts become entangled and our hearts cry out in confusion. Some deal well with this change, others don’t. Some thrive throughout the chaos, others are buried in the changes and left behind to rot. And some, some are caught in between.  When I was a girl, I thought the world was beautiful. I thought it was a safe, happy place, full of good people. I believed everything would work out as it should. That everything would be alright. What a fool I was to believe such a lie. I’ve sat here as the decades have gone by, with little to no change apart from the seasons. The soft snow, to the soft budding expectations of greenery, to the warm sun and green grass, to the orange and red leaves, and back again. Years feel more like days to me. Although when you’ve lived for so long I suppose they do. They must. Time becomes more and more of a game as you grow older, doesn’t it? Silence. The evening silence. This is the time of exploration, and of growth. For many, it is also the time for rest. While the sun sets, most rest with it. For me, I rise with the moon, and stay under it until sunrise, when It is no longer safe for me.  I’ve been a bounty hunter for as long as this world remembers. Like my mother before me. Although, they don’t know me like they did her. One day, perhaps they will, but not today. Not tomorrow. Not this evening, not tomorrow morning as the sun rises. Not this week, nor the end of the year. Lord only knows when.  Why must I hide myself? Why not reveal myself to them? You’d think as a bounty hunter, I’d be well-loved and appreciated. Unfortunately, that’s where you’re wrong. In secret, I am loved. I am adored. But if I reveal my name, love will turn to hate as fast as the day breaks. If it were up to me, the clock never would’ve moved it’s hands that night. If it were up to me, I would’ve been braver. I would’ve done better. If it were up to me, we would’ve stayed behind. Given up the chase for once in our lives. For once in her life. We should’ve. Yet we didn’t. I wish we had. In current times, I still hunt for bounties. I do my best to leave the past behind, although that doesn’t mean I don’t want to change it. I’m trying to change it. To undo the damage. And to find the closure we need. The closure I need. I want to redeem myself, and my family. One day I will. I hope. One day, I will find what remains, and ensure it sees itself handled properly. With or without this world’s help.

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