April 18, 2010.
Willpower
"I can't leave this. I can't go back to my dull, boring, ordinary life, even if I wanted to."
She was a full mage now: not overly powerful, not overly weak. Some would call her average, ordinary, but she knew she wasn't. Because she knew what ordinary was, and this wasn't it. He would be there with her, arguing her case if he could, of course, but without him she did her best.
One tear, filled with willpower and strength.
A/N: I have yet to meet two people who agree completely on the definition of 'ordinary'.
Heartaches and syrup nails and cold, cold stone~
Sweethearted.