Her ideals versus hers.
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Now that their little discussion came to an end as they left the final decision to herself, Lucian undid his chains and let her be free. Gently massaging and twisting his wrists, Esperanza stared at her hands which are now unchained. The flames didn’t hurt, but why do I feel like I’m being stabbed by thousands of needles? Sighing, she looked up at the sky and stared at the pitch-black sky.
It’s been hours since she’s been out of their sight. Currently sitting on a chair while staring at the night sky, she let her thoughts run along with the soft breeze that blows her hair. They gave her a choice to either stay or leave, and for someone who is torn, she stayed and thinks whether she will proceed to leave or not.
While she was outside, the five observed her
