She stands at the brink of destruction, worlds collapsing at her feet. One step forward and her path could crumble beneath her step, one step back and she  could be watching another star shoot to the sky- and boiling up inside like a dormant volcano…

All metaphorically of course. 

Ezme is nothing but a lonely ‘wannabee’, sitting at both keyboards, with ideas overflowing from her mind and spilling out, creating the beautiful notes that we hear now.

I’ve seen Ezme beforehand, seen the way she pretends to be something she’s not; seen the way she folds to their requests, just like a piece of paper, even when she knows what they are truly saying. We all see it: their backstabbing laughs and the way that they can manipulate others into thinking what they want.

Ezme is different. She is kind, intelligent, talented and, most of all, mature. She knows she can rise above all their foul words… What I want to know is whether she can rise above herself; fly high above her fear of failure and pull her head out of its sea of dreams.

Most importantly, can she show the dreadful man who started it all too…?

The End

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