![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
priscaTitle: Her most secret feelings
Character: Theo
Word Count: 333
Written for the Fandom Battle at FFFC
Finished: 24.05.2021
:::
Finally alone, soothing silence, darkness. Theo dropped down onto her bed, closing her eyes. But there was no escape from all the pictures running through her mind. So much had happened today, so many things she had said and done. People got hurt because of her, a helpless guy shot.
She curled up like a cat, tormented by always the same questions. Was it right what she was doing? Was it worth it? Maybe she was only chasing a rainbow, called 'The end of the world.' A place of safeness and abundance, where electricity and running water were a matter of course, and no one needed to worry about the next meal, about medical care, and icy winter storms. A place for a new start.
She refused to think about it, but deep inside, she worried that this place might not exist, only a rumor like so many others, sprouted out of desperation and loneliness. People needed something to believe in; she had learned this already ages ago. When the Big Death had turned the world around, she had been a shy, skinny, thirteen years old girl. But instead of given up, like so many others around her, she had learned to do what needed to be done. No mercy; this was not the time for weakness. But one day, she would wake up out of this nightmare, and the world would be like it was supposed to be again, and she could turn back into the little girl she had been once, full of innocent future dreams.
„One day,“ Theo whispered, finally allowing the tears to run, „one day.“
For the moment, she had no other choice. The people living in Clearwater needed a leader, someone who told them what to do next, someone who offered a perspective for the future. Sometimes she hated herself for what she did every day anew, how she played with other people's lives. But someone needed to do it, or the world would be lost forever.
Character: Theo
Word Count: 333
Written for the Fandom Battle at FFFC
Finished: 24.05.2021
:::
Finally alone, soothing silence, darkness. Theo dropped down onto her bed, closing her eyes. But there was no escape from all the pictures running through her mind. So much had happened today, so many things she had said and done. People got hurt because of her, a helpless guy shot.
She curled up like a cat, tormented by always the same questions. Was it right what she was doing? Was it worth it? Maybe she was only chasing a rainbow, called 'The end of the world.' A place of safeness and abundance, where electricity and running water were a matter of course, and no one needed to worry about the next meal, about medical care, and icy winter storms. A place for a new start.
She refused to think about it, but deep inside, she worried that this place might not exist, only a rumor like so many others, sprouted out of desperation and loneliness. People needed something to believe in; she had learned this already ages ago. When the Big Death had turned the world around, she had been a shy, skinny, thirteen years old girl. But instead of given up, like so many others around her, she had learned to do what needed to be done. No mercy; this was not the time for weakness. But one day, she would wake up out of this nightmare, and the world would be like it was supposed to be again, and she could turn back into the little girl she had been once, full of innocent future dreams.
„One day,“ Theo whispered, finally allowing the tears to run, „one day.“
For the moment, she had no other choice. The people living in Clearwater needed a leader, someone who told them what to do next, someone who offered a perspective for the future. Sometimes she hated herself for what she did every day anew, how she played with other people's lives. But someone needed to do it, or the world would be lost forever.