‘You can never change what runs in your veins, what you can change is the thing making it run through your body.’

She looked up at the clock when she heard a banging sound coming through the floor. It was time. With a hefty sigh, she pushed the papers away. Sometimes she wished she didn’t have to live life like she was in a simulation. Like there was a remote control but half of the actual control in her hands; like her life had two leashes, the delicate one in her hand while the other in someone else’s. She never really had complete control over anything.