Second
Sometimes, Leaf wonders if she was lucky.
She wasn't replaced.
She wasn't stuck on the top of an unreachable pedestal.
Yet, she was forgotten by those who liked Red more. She wasn't the first girl.
Sometimes, and Leaf hates herself for this, she wishes that she could be Kris, just so that she could have a reason to feel this hatred towards the world. To feel so isolated.
But then she just lets the tears roll down her face, because no one, not Red, Blue, or the professor would ever know how she feels.
I'm sorry.
His eyes told her that he was sorry.
For what?
It wasn't his fault; and Leaf hates herself because she just needs someone to blame it on, and she wants to blame it on Kris or Red but she just can't and-
And then she just smiles. Smiles at Red. Smiles at Kris. Smiles at the world.
Because when the world is so battered, there is no grief.
His eyes say the same directed at Kris.
