But when he disappeared again, and no matter what she did she couldn't find him, that's when she suddenly realized that happiness was always fleeting.
It was only when the illusive world she'd thought would forever be filled with happiness quietly shattered that she understood how vulnerable she was within this illusion, how easily she could be defeated.
She hated such a part of herself, the one that could only wait for others' redemption and sympathy—damn it, she really despised it.
Without protection, such a part of herself would end up having nothing at all.
She began to miss the real her who would never let fate control her, the arrogant and wild one who freely expressed her passion, the one who, even when stumbling, continued to work towards her goals with determination.
Hovering on the edge of dream and reality, she found herself unable to make a decision for some time.