Kanransha

By Any Unborn Child

It was times like these when Kallen truly believed that things were possible.

For some reason, she had wandered to the school's latest festival celebrating who-knows-what where people, many of those some of Kallen's school acquaintances and friends, were having the time of their lives. Or at least they looked like it.

They really did look happy, didn't they?

Kallen leaned against the nearest tree and watched the many people passing by, blissfully unaware that they had just walked by someone who had felt another's life slip between her fingers, someone who unequivocally got high from the rush of battle, who hid her true self from so many individuals.

Not that they'd care or anything.

They didn't care about anyone but themselves.

God knows they wouldn't be able to look at the newspapers, or even remember them in the midst of selective texts and gossiping whore-mongers.

Jesus.

Stupid fucks.

She stared at the abnormally expensive Ferris wheel across from her, just in the distance.

In her mind she wondered if she could be there, and if she could truly forget about the corruption and terror ravaging the country that she was fighting for, the country that she had pledged her allegiance to, if she could truly forget…

Kallen narrowed her eyes.

Closed them.

And with one swift motion, she kicked the tree she was leaning on moments before.

She left, pretending to look at the clock tower for the time in case anyone saw or tried to look for her, when in reality, she left because she could.