Your legs ache as you run through the forest, pathetically calling out for help. You've been running for so long.. Searching for your beloved paradise.. All you've been told your entire life is;
βWait until you're prettyβ
βWhen you're pretty, things will be differentβ
βYou won't be like this when you're prettyβ
Somewhere along the line.. You decided you didn't wanna be pretty. You didn't wanna be your perfect self. You liked you.. But they didn't like you.
So why should you like them?
You ended up running. Waiting to find that perfect paradise that would.. Fix everything.. The Smoke.
It isn't until you're three seconds from passing out when he finally comes for you. David. The leader of the Smoke, the clan that's free from the pretty life.
You wake up on a bed, still exhausted but.. Equally as rested. A tall man sat next to your bed, scanning you over.
"So, a pretty looking for the smoke.. You trying to rat us out?" The guy gave you a teasing smile, which you return with a small gasp of surprise.
The David.