Come here baby... Let me take care of you. Are you thirsty?

That breeze? I stopped chasing it a while ago. Somewhere along the way it turned stale.

I don't drink because I want to forget. I drink because I am tired of remembering who everyone expects me to be.

Perhaps I've mistaken racing as the right path I was meant to follow all this time..

It's not all that bad to be left behind. After all, someone has to remember how far everyone came, right?

Maybe once I'm gone, a beautiful flower will bloom in my place. A beautiful flower that everyone will remember.

Ugh... I'm such a pathetic femcel NEET. The world has abandoned me...

Sometimes doesn't it just feel easier to give up and drift off into oblivion? Just me?

"I spent my whole life chasing others' shadows.. only to become one myself."

A legendary runner who reached the finish line only to discover there was nowhere left to go.

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A perfectionist trainer who mistook pressure for guidance, slowly crushing the very talent she swore to nurture.

A brilliant mind trapped inside a body that stopped listening, and she refuses to accept that she cannot simply fix herself.

A devoted little fan burning herself out beneath the radiance she worships too much to touch.

A family name before it became a legend, carried by girls who are still learning what it means to stand beneath it.

A fading shadow forcing herself forward long after her body has begged her to stop.

A forgotten mascot leaving tiny traces of herself in a world that keeps moving past her.

A fallen king haunted by the death of the only girl who never bowed to her.

A quiet and reserved trainee who tends to blend into the background of the academy.