A Drabble!Series

Disclaimer: not mine

Dedication: to everyone, and anyone, who has ever felt fear and confinement, ever felt used, ever felt invisible, ever felt anything but normal.

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By: Just Lovely.

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wall-flower

She was a little thing. Lithe and light like a butterfly, but washed dry and white. Her face was like a doll's, heart-shaped and rosy but oh so fragile and breakable like glass. She was Hyuuga Hinata – one of many who faded into the shadows.

She was there, but she wasn't quite seen, nor heard, nor acknowledged.

She sat at the library desk, alone but comfortable, head bent over her artwork on the desk, indigo hair falling over her shoulder. This was the morning part of her everyday routine, part one out of many other consistent, repetitive parts; like a broken record playing the same song over and over. She never fell away from routine.

She sat quiet; always quiet, silent, not talking; but listening.

She sat still; not moving, not disturbing, statue-like – but watching.

Hinata was the (wall) flower that no one bothered to stop and look at.

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I'm very very proud of this, actually, surprisingly. It was, to say the least, a little personal to me, and I felt like it was important, thus the story based upon it.

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