We Believed It Was An Ordinary Rebirth

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The mirror lies shattered on the ground, jagged shards reflecting a face I barely recognize. My hands tremble as I touch the uneven edges of my hair, freshly chopped—too short, too raw. I feel as if I've cut away part of myself, leaving only fragments of the person I used to be.

Ezra stands in front of me, his silence heavy, but he doesn't look away. He just watches, unmoving, as I crumble before him. And then, as though he can sense how close I am to breaking entirely, he reaches out, placing a warm, steady hand on top of my head.

"Please…" I manage to whisper, voice choked with the weight of everything I can't say. "Please, Ezra… don't fall in love with me. Don't—don't make this harder."

He stays silent, his hand gentle as he strokes my hair. There's no judgment in his eyes, no pity—only understanding, and somehow, that makes it all hurt even more. Because I know he won't turn away, and I don't deserve that kind of mercy. Not after everything.

I pull in a shaky breath. "I can't… love you. I can't love anyone. Not like this."

The room feels too small, the walls pressing in on me as if to remind me of the life I've been thrust into, the role I never chose. The villain, the antagonist. I cut my hair to try and sever myself from the past, to remember who I was before, but standing here now, I feel more trapped than ever.

Ezra's hand remains, a quiet comfort in the silence. He doesn't ask why. He doesn't push me to explain. Instead, he stays, his presence steady, letting me grieve the life I lost and the person I can no longer be.

And for a fleeting moment, I close my eyes, wishing things could be different.

Irina Everhart, please comeback .

I can't be you anymore, I am Seira Fallon.