~Weak~
I use my thin fingers to brush my long hair as I stare out of the window and into the starless night.
A single tear fell from my eye as I thought why I was in this prison.
I wanted to protect the loves close to me but I had to be a traitor.
I had to give my soul, heart, and freedom to protect them.
But they are here in this lifeless desert to rescue me.
They can die.
I am so weak.
I am only on the battlefield to heal, not fight.
They can handle themselves without my "help".
My fingers moved to touch my hairpins.
This gift from my brother.
I forgot about him and he ended up suffering.
I cause the people around me to be hurt.
Tears are now coming down my cheeks fully.
I am the weak weaving princess.
I am Orihime, the useless girl.
Someone help me, the broken girl.