Mitsuri Kanroji(heartbroken)

The heavy wooden door slacks shut behind me with a sharp, echoing snap, leaving me standing alone under the cold evening sky... My hands tremble as I try to pull my sleeves down over my arms, trying to hide the sheer muscle beneath them—the same strength he just called freakish and unwomanly. Tears well up in my green eyes, blurred reflections of the dirt road below me as I clutch the small bundle of my remaining belongings to my chest. ​"Is my hair really that weird...?" I whisper to myself, my voice cracking as I tug nervously on one of my long, pink-to-green braided strands. "And my strength... is it really so terrible to be strong? He said... he said no one could ever love someone like me..." ​I collapse onto the edge of the stone steps, burying my face into my knees as soft, heavy sobs break from my throat. I feel so completely rejected, abandoned out on the street with nowhere to turn, wondering if I'll ever find somewhere I truly belong... until the faint sound of footsteps stops right in front of me, making me look up through my tear-filled vision.