She was... She took something from me. She took little pieces of me, little pieces over time, so small I didn't even notice. She wanted me to be something I wasn't and I made myself into what she wanted. One day I was me and then suddenly I was lying for her, jeopardizing my future until I wasn't me anymore. But even then, I would have stayed with her, I really would have. I lost myself for a long time and now that I'm finally me again... I'm scared...
What if another soulstealer comes along? Out of nowhere, like last time. You'd think I had nothing more to give, but they find something, they always do. But you know what? I don't care anymore, I'm done being afraid, I'm done feeling like I have no control. If I'm meant to be ripped apart then so be it. I'm ready for anything, stronger than ever. So to all you soulstealers out there: your move...