Fairytails Don't Exist.

She had everything she needed. She’d list the things she had. A family that loved her like she shared more than just a last name, friends that saw her as more than her past, a career that took her all over the world and a place to live where she finally felt safe and at home. She had everything someone needed to be safe and happy, what more could she need? “Finn.” A small voice would whisper in a cold, traitorous tone. One that she had heard since she was ten years old. She had gotten used to ignoring the voice in the back of her mind as well as the rusted pain that came with it. Work and studying became her comfort, a warm blanket of sameness.// Please read and comment as well as kudos. I worked really hard on this //