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Everyone expects me to fix everything, and I hate it.
"Sector H is under attack!"
"I hate broccoli! When are you going to get rid of it?"
"Supreme Leader, sir! I DEMAND you ban baths immediately!"
But what happens when I need assistance?
Who should I turn to?
It's hard to find a confidiante, because no one cares about me.
They care about what I get done, but not about me personally.
No one cares.
...Well... that's not entirely true.
There was someone who cared.
Someone I trusted.
But he was too reckless, too rash, and entirely too charming.
I don't care about him. Not anymore.
Why should I care about him? He left me.
He abandoned me.
He went out into space where ALL of his dreams could come true.
He didn't care about me, like I did him.
He didn't see me as anything special, I guess. And why would he?
He's the son of Numbuh Zero, and I'm just an ordinary girl.
He's a top notch fighter.
I'm a lowly politician.
He's adored by all.
My public view is as changeable as the direction the wind blows.
At best, he regarded me with a high respect and nothing more.
At worst, I may have loved him.
Now, I look back and think, "What a silly girl I was. Just a silly girl, with a silly crush."
I don't care.
It's easier to let the numbness heal my broken heart. It's easier to be indifferent, to go on about my life with a smile plastered onto my face. It's easier not to care.
I don't care about the boy who stole my heart. About the boy who cared, however briefly, about me. About the boy who ripped my heart in two.
I don't care.