She lay there for a moment in the damp grass of a mortals garden, listening to the hum of insects and the distant murmur of wind chimes. The mortal world felt heavy, too real, too quiet. Tears welled unbidden as she pressed a trembling hand to her chest. “They said I wasn’t fae enough,” she whispered, voice breaking. “But I was never allowed to be anything else.” A petal fell from her hair burnt at the edge while the flowers around her bent as if to mourn.
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