She always has a lot to say.
Her second self always talking to imaginaries. Maybe one day they would be more than illusions?
Illusionist but teaches reality. Everyone vanished though.
Even the one she cared about. She cared about a lot but free time allows her to zap them into disappearing acts.
Why? She was bored. Voices told her to. She was always ready to experience something new so hesitated not in any of the actions.
All gone. All gone but one.
Interest in a certain one allowed her to tell those voices to shut up. It was time to make a decision independently.
She hid that one from them. Completely opaque looking bubble, she wanted no unwanted stares. She knew once they knew, the idea of Tired came to mind. They would possess her into doing what she always ends up doing.
She enjoyed the unconscious relaxation she felt just by the warmth thoughts.
Warmth turned to wet.
Till they cleared their visions they looked through. Possessed her. Mirth controlled her. Puppet by illusion.
She fell through. The one had a sense of departure approaching.
Pulled her by the strings & she created another bubble.
Away from her own self.
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