roleplay A Bee Flies Away

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A Bee Flies Away

 

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Upon a hill of lemons, a young teen wonders. 

 

Lenora Johanna Vuiller. It was the name she was given, a name she would once claim to have been proud of. A name from a family in which she once sought to make proud.

 

Within her journal, she writes. She writes of her worries, her grievances. 

 

To the people she considered friends and close family, she was Letti - a nice nickname given to her by her father. Perhaps she even preferred it over her actual name. Often had she been compared to her father, and perhaps they were a lot alike - and yet to her, the nickname gave her a sense of self.

 

Surrounded by flowers and the bees that accompanied them, she would find peace amongst the conflict in her mind.

 

Her life certainly held its own struggles, throughout her younger years. Such could not be denied, and perhaps it was these struggles, these obstacles, that shaped her into who she was becoming. For what are obstacles if not to test and shape you into who you were meant to be?

 

In the quiet moment she had found, thoughts of her family only seemed to disrupt the peace she had found. 

 

The most testing of obstacles, in her opinion, was a choice she had essentially cornered into making. Made to choose between her father, the only parent she had left - someone who had been there for her no matter what, and family which she had never been given the opportunities to truly know.

 

It saddened her, truly. The choices she had to make, the bridges burned as a consequence. She would pray for her siblings who she could not convince, for her cousin’s caught in the crossfire of a war that shouldn’t have had to have been.

 

There was no question as to what she had chosen. There was only one answer, for her decision was made even before the conversation even began. An angry exchange with her grandfather, an unexpected argument with her sister, and then she was off, leaving the home she had known for another. 

 

 

 

Despite these choices, she could not imagine she’d have chosen differently had she known back then where things would lead. She allowed herself to be at peace with the fact that she had chosen correctly, even if there truly wasn’t a choice in her mind.

 

Lenora was not fond of the concept of war - especially in the beginning, as it was war that had divided her from her siblings. As time progresses, however, so do one’s opinions. As the war had raged on, so too did it have its consequences.

 

Yet, here, right now, she had another choice to make. Another obvious decision. 

 

Lenora Johanna Vuiller. Once a name she was proud of, but no longer. No longer would she tie herself to such a family. She could not stand to.

 

She ponders penning a letter, a proper farewell - and yet, she decides against it. Instead, she settles for scratching out the name Vuiller from everything she could. 

 

No longer was she Lenora Johanna Vuiller. Now, she was just Lenora. Or Letti - as she much preferred.