A/N: Set after AC.
Change is eternal. I have changed for the better. Seen my soul become purer as each day passes. I want to be better every second. There's pride in that. Unmatched joy. Surely, I will achieve perfection one day. No flaws. No limitations.
My dreams are there, too. They tell me how far I've come. They scream of the long way that is yet to be crossed.
"Why is there still bitterness in your heart when all you are recieving is love?"
There's quite nothing like young love, I've heard. Have I ever experienced it's real form? There are so many types of it. Romance. Kinship. Friendship. Brotherhood. In all of these, my truth has been flawed.
What will take away my wrongdoings? I'm afraid, it will only get worse. For as much positive change I have seen in myself, the negativity grows twofold.
I have no foul intentions, no. I want happiness. For myself and others. I truly do. But every time I hurt the ones who love me, I crush it all down, the good deeds are lost, and my intentions don't matter anymore.
Initial change is easy to control. But perpetual, it can not be mastered.