A will of her own
The Story said NO. Twice (or a couple of hundred times).
”I will not be written or told just because you have words like Radioactive and Isolation on the tip of your tongue. I’m not that kind of a Story”.
She obviously had a will of her own, so I had to let her be. Untold.
”I might as well go back to dancing with unicorns and fantasy friends then”, I replied somewhat relieved.
”Yeah, you do that patient one, cause it ain’t gonna happen”