Her reflection rippled on the lake’s surface, the starlight blurry where it passed through her translucent form. Beneath the velvet of her dark blue choker was a grisly sight; the imprint of a braid so deep her soul could not forget. She remembered that day vividly, it had been her triumph. But now, years have come and gone. The world had moved on. People she knew had changed.
Resolve faltered at last revealing a quiet whisper: I should have found another way.