Prompt Post - Part Nine [CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS]
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It’s a smooth, flawless camouflage, on that her teammates and Uncle have never questioned, a fact she is secretly grateful for. Not that she likes keeping secrets, mind, but she supposes she’s just become used to hiding who she really is.
It’s safer this way, anyway. Being green, that is. And she likes it, being green, being seen for the person she truly is and not her caste. But still, there are times, like now, when she doesn’t want to hide, when she wants to be herself without hiding.
She could never even entertain the thought of it on Mars, but Earth is different. On Earth, it is possible. Only on Earth, where anything is possible, can she stop hiding behind this mask of green she’s crafted for herself and experience true freedom.
She lets the green pale, watching her reflection shift.
One of these days, she’ll tell her teammates, and hopefully they’ll understand. After all, she’s not the only one with secrets. Still, there’s no guarantee how they’re react and, as much as she wants to come clean, she can’t lose them. She needs them and fears what they’ll think, because she doesn’t know what they’ve been told about her caste.
She stops shifting.
Her reflection is Caucasian.
It would take only a little effort to leech the rose from her skin and reveal her true self.
The color drains from her skin, her hair smoothing and paling until it disappears, and she is once more her true self: white.
She stares at her reflection silently. It would take only a few moments to walk out of her room and tell everyone. She’d do it fast, like ripping off a bandaid, and then she could walk around without this secret always weighing her down, holding her back.
She could do it.
She hesitates, her skin shifting back to green.
Not today.
She’s not ready.
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