Elle sits back, and pushes her hair out of her face.
"They're just - they're things people make up and they're for them and I can't -"
You were a normal girl. But she's not anymore. No one saved her, no one protected her, and no matter what she was or could have been, she's not that now.
"I can't be them."
Accepting that might have been her last rite of passage.
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Elle sits back, and pushes her hair out of her face.
"They're just - they're things people make up and they're for them and I can't -"
You were a normal girl. But she's not anymore. No one saved her, no one protected her, and no matter what she was or could have been, she's not that now.
"I can't be them."
Accepting that might have been her last rite of passage.