It Is Real
The crumpled paper felt harsh and unfamiliar in her fists.
She was a fighter. She didn't do good- sorry, WELL, with...things. The only thing that fit well between her fingertips and palm was the handles of her gauntlets. Didn't make much sense, but it was true.
Every harsh fold dug into her skin and muscles, disagreeing with her tendons.
It had been a drawing of Shania.
Well, sort of.
A stick figure, with pinned-up ponytails. The little X shape atop her crown was most confident of all.
She just couldn't get the smile right.
It never stayed for long.