She n' Me

She has a face of an angel, too perfect to be real; her fortitude empowers a change of history; she's the determined princess of Dalmasca who lost her husband in the Archadian invasion but never gives up; she's also a pursuer who fights for freedom instead of revenge. Her name is Ashe, lives in an inexistent creation called Final Fantasy. Our encounter guides me to reconsider my own world, and her departure verifies my courage to finally wake up from an addicted mirage.

I was walking down the street, passing through the masked crowd, wishing to find my quiet destination beyond the muddled noise. People moved across me like a glum statue, miserably hanging on a repetitive living. Two well-dressed couple came out from a fancy restaurant with arms on each other's shoulder, chatting and laughing on a filthy movie they saw last night. The hoary beggar, exerting to crawl forward, twisted his body into a dehumanize form, and waving his slim atrophic arm severely, begging a petite attention under the couple's eyelashes. Without even notice his existence, the couple jumped the topic onto the local lotto while entering a Benz. The night was sweltering, but I suddenly felt nippy. I dropped off few changes and continued my way back home, carrying an additional sense of melancholy. There is no starring night I long for in this city, but I didn't ride a bus that night as always, for I still appreciate the nocturnal darkness. The sky's obfuscation reechoed my old memories. I stopped on a pedestrian bridge, imagining what it will be like as part of that story, as a significant individual who connected with its legendary emperors and citizens, princes and princesses, summons and monsters, magic and heroes, lost and hope, mystery and history. My heart pumped zealously as these chemicals in my brain started bouncing. It will be a dream world embraced by future, full of adventures and aspiration, but unfortunately, created by the hands of human as a substitute to fulfill reality's nihility. It was midnight, yet, the cars' flashlights still glancing off my eyes and pulled back my consciousness. I noticed the city will never give me a quiet moment. It was instinct that led me back home that night, but my heart mentions me again that I shouldn't belong in this cynical reality. Yes, this is me, a girl who lost herself in fantasy.