꧁ Prologue: Adora ꧂

Adora is a woman out of time, and there is so much to say about that. Accidental matriarch of the second season, but really, she could carry it alone. So begins her convoluted story...and perhaps she echoes yours? Welcome home.

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Transcript

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Adora: she is a star falling from the sky, but too far behind the cosmic show to catch any old eye. She is the fiery whisper caught between clenched, lipstick-stained teeth and the muscles in bruised fingers gathering into another fist, but she’s too graceful and quiet to ever think she might be keen to bite behind a veil of cherubic glow. A master of pretending- that’s what she is - as she carries a canyon of broken memories with unblemished shoulders covered by a business casual coat. She is the flower blown away from its field, but shriveled on the hot concrete when she stands near the coffee bar alone and thinks about how the hand she once so delicately kissed has been licked and sucked by a dozen more. They tell young girls that they must always keep dreaming as they twirl through dance and piano lessons with sparkles on their face and rainbow hair bands...but what happens when there’s no more to see but nightmares like she? Does she pray for her angel wings to sprout after twenty or more years of the forced identity to save her soul from crumbling, or does she embrace the torrent crashing through her veins that craves true understanding even more than gold? Is she allowed to admit she’s hurt at the dinner table? Or in the morning when she spreads strawberry jelly over toast like blood in a secret, daily journal? That to her, mourning and angry are the same sides of one face? Maybe. But it will be a lonely, treacherous, and winding ride, and it means leaning outside the comfort of the cage of the Perfect Girl. Adora. Maybe you’ve met her...or maybe she’s you. Can you tell her to come home?