Wapun Meadow bébé ils ne veulent pas de toi

Their steps came to a pause, the crossroad before her.

A chance to reinvent herself—she had never heard such an offer before. It was an opportunity that almost seemed too good to be true and yet she was afraid of not taking the chance. And she couldn't remember the last time she had been given a chance, not when everything had been left to circumstance and haphazard luck. She had learned a lot from it, but there was always a need for something more; her life had been set at one point with stability and structure, and the innate need for those things pulled her not towards a parting, but a following.

"A chance to reinvent myself," she murmured to herself. Her gaze had drifted to some vague point of their horizon, but the consideration was pure, genuine. She drew her gaze back to him, briefly pausing on the emptiness of his scarred face before settling somewhere else out of perceived politeness. What an unexpected situation this was, the allure oddly foreign and comforting. Confusing.

"You would do that, even though you don't know me?"