Façade
Disclaimer: I don't own the Matrix. I don't own the characters.
'The mind freed from passions is like a fortress, and there is nothing more secure in which to retreat and find unceasing sanctuary.'
-Marcus Aurelius
Strength.
That is what you are, what you always have been. Everyone sees you as this, describes you as strong, a fighter, a warrior.
Trinity.
Even the name you chose reflects this quality. Hard, unflinching, as strong as ice cold steel. People speak the name with awe, knowing the power that lies behind it.
It's a lie.
You smile to yourself, every time their admiration of you shows. You know something they don't. Something that weighs on your mind, and becomes even heavier as your legend grows. Secretly you wonder. You wonder why they believe in you as they do, why they rely on your strength.
It's a façade.
You use this shell to hide your fear, hide your vulnerability. You began a long time ago. And they believed you. They believed that this pale girl with the piercing eyes was unstoppable, unbreakable. It pleased you. Now nobody would have to know, nobody would have to be disappointed.
Even after your world fell apart, you kept it up. Kept up the cool, calm exterior. In the real world, the people still believed you. Some things didn't change.
It has been so long now. The act is so complete, it is now part of you, just another layer of your personality. But when life in this war gets a little too much, the old you resurfaces. This is the Trinity that makes you cry at night, sob your sorrows into a coarse pillow, where no one can hear.
You can never tell anyone. You're a soldier now. Weakness and vulnerability are not an option. But somehow you wish that someone could know, could see through your act. You're cracking, falling apart inside. You need someone to understand. Who can you tell?
Morpheus?
No. You could never let him down that way. He used to think you were the One. You need to live up to what he believes, what he expects of you.
Ghost?
He adores you, you know that. Perhaps too much. He wouldn't understand, nothing would change if you told him. No.
So you wait. You wait for your Saviour, the one who could save you before you shatter.
You are watching a new potential now.
You like watching him.
He doesn't have a calm, unruffled manner. You see the way he moves jerkily, unlike your smooth, unhurried grace. You see the way his eyes flick, scared, towards the door as Choi knocks.
Beautiful eyes.
There is something about him. That's why Cypher's comments infuriated you so much. You can't quite put your finger on it, but somehow you feel that you want to know him. You want him to know, to understand.
Perhaps this man could be your oasis, your Saviour, your One.
This was written on a whim in a bored quarter of an hour. I would really love it if I could get some feedback on it as it's the first time I've done something like this. Thanks!