Everything has changed. Because once upon a time I was just a child. Today I’m still just a child, but this time I’ve got an iron will and two fists made of steel and I’ve aged fifty years. Now I finally have a clue. I’ve finally figured out that I’m strong enough, that maybe I’m a touch brave enough, that maybe this time I can do what I was meant to do. This time I am a force. A deviation of human nature. I am living, breathing proof that nature is officially screwed, afraid of what it’s done, what it’s become. And I’m stronger. I’m angrier. I’m ready to do something I’ll definitely regret and this time I don’t care. I’m done being nice. I’m done being nervous. I’m not afraid of anything anymore. Mass chaos is in my future. And I’m leaving my gloves behind.
Clara x Rose; truth or dare