She laughed with an air of bitterness in her voice as she recalled how naive she was at ten years old. She believed nothing could really truly disrupt her world except supersoldiers. She put on the mask of bitterness to hide her longing for those days of innocence. She longed to be able to walk down the street and not worry about anything, save her math homework. Although only three years had passed, Elizabeth remembered them as though they had been a lifetime ago. Innocence was a dying trait.
She thought of the people responsible for this horrible event. They had sold out their world for the promise of their self- seeking goal of self-preservation. Even the mention of CSM made her blood boil and her eyes flash a blood red hue.
Ever since colonization, the stress, sadness, and weight of the events made her simply wish to curl up and disappear into her world of reveries. Yet she knew retreating back into this world wasn't an option. She was never truly able to relax or let all the stress, horror, and excruciating sadness and pain of the past three years out. The only place she had found an outlet was her notebook.