Unwanted
She hated that he always saved her. When they were on missions, if she was ever in trouble he would be there to save her. He was always the hero.
"Well I don't want you to be my hero!" she yelled at her reflection in the water. "I hate you and your stupid dog and your stupid smile! I don't want you to save me anymore! Maybe you should just let me die! If I'm not strong enough I deserve to die anyway!"
And she knew that it wasn't just because she wasn't strong enough. Because she was strong enough. She could take care of herself. But he jumped in anyway, to save the day once more. Kiba the hero.
"I hate you. You know that? I really truly hate your guts." She punched the water's surface, trying to imagine Kiba's face in place of her own, but it was hard. She realized that the person she really wanted to be hitting was herself. So she punched her reflection anyway. She punched it and kicked it and she found she didn't want to stop. So she didn't, and she kept on moving further and further into the water as she kicked her reflection. A reflection she couldn't even see anymore.
Finally she just gave up. "I'm not this person. I am not a reflection."
She floated on her back, watching the sky. Birds flew past the sun, leaving strangely shaped spots in her vision.
"I don't want to be a hero." She decided. That was her decision that day, but it felt like a lie. More like an empty promise, something she could never promise to herself.
"I don't want to change the world."
"I don't want to change anything."
"I don't want to be a waste."
"I don't want to be invisible."
And she promised herself the world, and nothing. And everything she promised was a lie.