Modern time. Inners. Big thanks to my editor, as always.

Love. Happiness. Peace.


None of the others knew that, of course. How could they? She made sure they believed in those painfully comforting illusions.

She didn't want to think of what would happen if they all stopped believing.

It would be a disaster.

So she stood as a single jaded statue against the hordes that tried to destroy the innocence she wished she still had.

Her entire stance shouted her world view.

She said the appropriate words, mouthed the right justifications.

But mostly it was about her. Her disillusionment. Her pain.

She was justice incarnate.

And she was pissed.