A/N:
It's raining hard here. Kinda makes me feel melancholic. coughandlazytoupdatecough.
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Key 08 - Goal
It was the in-between period. Neither Estella nor Soma were on a mission. Estella was sitting on the edge of the sofa; her legs crossed and was reading a book. Soma was across her, staring at the floor like it was the most interesting object in the world.
"So," Estella began, closing her book and leaning back on the sofa. "What are your goals? In life, I mean."
Soma looked at her, then back at the floor.
Estella let a frown slip onto her features, but it went away as quickly as it came.
"My goal is to wait for my prince charming. Just like how mom waited for dad."
Soma felt his eye twitch.
"That's not a goal."
"If I rephrase it and say I want to get a prince charming, then yes, it is a goal."
"Then let me rephrase my response. It's not a real goal."
"How is it not a real goal?"
"Because it's not a realistic one. Things like those don't exist anymore."
Estella raised her book.
"Then why promote it on fairy tales when we were kids?"
"That's a dumb question."
"One that you're currently avoiding."
Soma stood up.
"Whatever. I'm outta here."
Soma took his leave, thinking that her goal was a stupid one. He doesn't have a say on it and he doesn't care anyways. But he respected people who have set up something in life.
...Because he doesn't have anything of that sort.
-TBC-