Divinity knew me by my name. It was a secret I'd been trying to disprove, but it never seemed to go away. It followed me, but never revealed itself so I could be certain. "It's just a vision, everyone wishes they could see such a quality. You're no different than anyone else." That's not true.
I never wanted this to happen. I avoided it for as long as I knew the stories were true. I would hear from these stories all my life, the ones that you would imagine are only true in fiction. However, as I grew older I began to realize how real the "stories" were. It was everywhere, existent in everyone from your friends to your family. Everywhere, but within me. I got used to it, and told everyone I liked it. I was certain it would never happen to me. Time and time again, I never saw it. I thought I never would.
But why would having something so true be a bad thing? Everyone but me could show it, but it would be bad if it were to ever come to me.
Now, it has.
This can't be right. This never meant to manifest, especially for me. I doubted myself over any other thought, and continued to do so until the denial was the loudest thing I could hear. Was I going insane? What did I overlook? This is a dream, right? Is someone toying with me? Why is this so important? The more I thought about it the less it seemed possible. I felt like a victim. Sure I understood why others went through it, I mean, I was different from them. They were allowed to bear it while I stood in the sidelines. I grew comfortable in the assurance that I wouldn't have to change; never did I feel aspiration or regret.
Does this mean I have to accept it now? I'm not ready for this, but I'll give it a shot. This is going to change me forever, but leave me transparent in the end. I guess that's just what I wanted. I'm questioning time for divinity to bloom.
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