She’d lost her mind over the War Heroine. She’d lost her mind in love, lust, compassion, laughter, friendship, trust, strength and everything that the War Heroine was; everything the War Heroine had given her. She was depressed without the War Heroine in her life--hell, she was depressed with the War Heroine in her life. But that didn’t matter--it was a good kind of depression; the exhilarating kind that only few are able to obtain and those who have had it wish to have it back. The heroine became a part of her. The endless battles would always call her back to defend the people and stand her ground, while the subconscious infatuation with said heroine tore the other’s heart in two whenever she saw her love in pain. She
She’d lost her mind over the War Heroine. She’d lost her mind in love, lust, compassion, laughter, friendship, trust, strength and everything that the War Heroine was; everything the War Heroine had given her. She was depressed without the War Heroine in her life--hell, she was depressed with the War Heroine in her life. But that didn’t matter--it was a good kind of depression; the exhilarating kind that only few are able to obtain and those who have had it wish to have it back. The heroine became a part of her. The endless battles would always call her back to defend the people and stand her ground, while the subconscious infatuation with said heroine tore the other’s heart in two whenever she saw her love in pain. She