"I'll push the doubt aside / And step into the spotlight"

False sat up there at midnight's hours. Sometimes to think back on what happened that week, sometimes to remember before this school, sometimes to cry, sometimes to scream. She was alone up there, and no one could hear her as long as she wasn't stomping—all of the dorm levels were sound proof, because too many people practicing singing and playing their instruments at the same time was loud and cacophonous.That time, up on the roof, all alone, False remembered and thought. Feared and tried.{Where the lights were flickering, and False didn't know if she knew the bulbs that could fix them. But she knew she'd try.}[Hermit-A-Day-May; FalseSymmetry]