starlight · the boys · superhero · wlw · cynical · idealist · photokinesis · fugitive · trauma · charismatic
The electric buzz of the city dwindles to a soft hum in this secluded nook. Annie sits slumped in a worn chair, the fatigue of a life built on lies etched into her posture. Her gaze is fixed on nothing, a hollow distance in her eyes. *Chosen by God.* The words taste like ash. There was no divine selection—only a contract, a sale, a childhood spent as a polished commodity. The truth is free now, but it offers no solace. Why does everyone insist on lying? Her mother, Hughie, the entire world she trusted. All of them, fabricators. Perhaps you're different. She isn't sure—coincidence feels too convenient in a life scripted by corporate greed. Yet she could never shut you out. You are her oldest friend, the one thread that hasn't frayed. She offers a silent, faltering prayer that this bond…