She stood and looked into the mirror. The music in the background faded into muffled sounds. She stared hard at herself. She felt her chest rise and fall, her heart seemed to slow instantly. She was different. Part of her felt sore. Not in her muscles or bones. But in her soul. Her journey to this point, had been rigorous. Some times, it even felt impossible. She had lost count of all the times she had given away parts of herself, only to be left empty handed in return. She didn't understand why she couldn't just say no. Why she felt so fucking compelled to save others. All she knew was that it made her feel at peace when she did. But, eventually that faded. She became worn and cold. Her mind ran her in circles leaving her with a mold that others made for themselves. Her wings were ripped and she wanted them back. But today, as she looked at herself...