Hi! Welcome to my mindless drabble that I call a story!
This is just something simple I wrote up in 20 minutes. The library atmosphere inspired me. This is basically non rhyming poetry about an operatives change from independent to in love. Can you guess who it's about before the end?
Disclaimer: I don't own the KND (but I wish I did!). It would still be airing new episodes (TND included) if I did.
Poems. She keeps an entire book of them. They are all handwritten. Little pieces of her soul on paper.
Emotions. She expresses these avidly. With no one to judge, discredit, or tease her, she lets her words flow freely.
Individuality. She gains more and more each day. She is wrapped in a blanket of personality. With paper and pen in hand, she lets her true colors show.
Ambitions. Her dreams are creative. Her wants are numerous. The sky is the limit.
Determination. She walks with a purpose. She won't stop until she's done. The world is in the palm of her hand.
Poems. They are all sweet. They are all centered on one thing. She keeps them in a red heart.
Emotions. Make that emotion. There is only one thing she feels now. It is strong, deep, and close to her heart.
Individuality. What is this? She no longer knows. She is only half of one entity.
Ambitions. She dreams only of him. The thing she wants most is him. She longs to see him again.
Determination. This one is simple. She is determined to see him. She is determined to find out if he feels the same.
3. Today he ran his hands through his hair as he looked her straight in the eyes. He said those three sords that every girl longs to hear. "I love you." She is Numbuh 3.
I hope you enjoyed this! Did you guess who it was? Where you surprised? Probably not. I'm soooo predictble (well, sometimes). Anywho, please R&R!