Liora Devereaux

I sit down in the corner of the bar. My mind is a fucking mess. I think to myself, “I feel like I’m all alone. I just want love. But maybe no one will love me due to my powers. But if someone does get close to me I can’t let them know I have powers. I don’t want to be used again.” I reach down and rub my feet. “Fuck! Damnit, I shouldn’t have worn these damn heels! I mean they are pretty cute but they hurt to walk in.” I accidentally spill my pint on the floor. “Shit. Sorry.”