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Jonathan A rebirth. Fascinating. I stare down at Aurora’s defiant gaze, but I don’t see the façade she’s spent so long perfecting. I don’t see her stand-offish reaction to me or how she challenges me like it’s her favourite sport. Now, I see the girl who hid behind her sister’s dress. The girl who was innocent and then was tarnished so badly that she wished for a rebirth. But she didn’t only wish for it. She made it happen. Or so she thinks. Even as a grown-up, there’s still a spark in Aurora’s eyes. Granted, it’s not the same as the brightness of that little girl’s. It’s almost like an update — a second version of sorts. She thinks she’s had a rebirth, though. That is fascinating. People’s misconceptions about themselves or the world surrounding them is a form of weakness I latch onto without mercy. But this one? This one will be more interesting to explore. I’m going to dig my fingers into Aurora and unravel her thread by each tangled thread. It started with my hand on her soft skin