Those days lasted while they could.
But now reality has caught up with our smiles, and snatched them away from us.
I still remember everything.
The question is...
I'm not a hero.
I'm not your savior from another world.
I'm not Alice.
I am Claire...
and there's nothing that you and I can say or do to change that.
I'm not extremely talented nor can I smile and just like that, make everything better.
I am the foreigner, but of course, I am nothing special.
I don't have any 'powers' that will magically make everything dark and evil go away.
I'm just a 19 year old caught up in this storm.
Of course I admit, being here is the best thing that has happened.
Running away from a family that has never once understood me.
Running away from my realities and my expectations.
Running away... from almost everything I didn't want to face.
Running away- the one thing I hate doing.
Aren't I a hypocrite?
Saying I hate running away yet doing just that.
So many people, hopeful now that the foreigner has come.
Now that their hero has come.
But am I truly all those things?
Will I truly be able to rid this world of it's problems?
And then what will I do, after all the darkness has left?
Will the people of this world just throw me away?
Only using me for my abilities?
I don't know what to do.
But then again; have I ever known what to do?