>>58593089Me... I turn my power on again, look at my hanging pink bag on my chair, and pull out my Drivers license from the pouch.
I hover it to me, a familiar face looked back, slim face thin unassuming lips, small nose, dark circles under dark blue eyes, dirty honey colored hair that looked ratty and quickly combed into a non-offensive side part the face was sullen a tiny smile just the formality of the picture. A truly depressive looking woman of 20.
I remembered the fight I had to finally get my drivers license even though I still don't own a car.
Oh but what if you need to drive a friend to the hospital or if your brother needs a ride, what if you get a car and just want to go somewhere.
My memories, yet when I think about it I was on autopilot most of the time when around people, even family.
All i wanted to do was just stay home and do my coding job, watch anime, and play the latest Souls clone.
I looked at my name, Linnea Holman.
A name that has no meaning anymore given my new form, given my new face.
A picture of for all intents and purposes, a dead woman.
This ghost of a person, now a fantastic creature, yet a sense of biting nostalgia for seeing who I was lingered.
Age 23 or is it 0 now? and already having a mid-life crisis of the most absurd.
And with one last look at this piece of history, I let the card fall to my Abra fingers, holding it. I walk over holding Her, open my drawer of discarded paper and other items I never use, put the card inside, and close the drawer.
In an emotional state, focus on the bags of discarded me, sense the location, and remote teleport the bags away in a flash of energy.
If wasn't careful I probably would have Idunoo crushed the bags into a compressed cube or something.
Not good to sit and dwell on things like this, not with psychic powers that could probably blow the whole apartment into dust.
Bye, Linnea, I whisper to the void of just my own thoughts.
I’ll take it from here.
But first, God did I need a nap.
