Even as the literal creator of Selene, my ultimate idol, my sweet protagonist whom I thought I cherished so deeply, what did I actually know about her personal inner world, other than the tragic events that happened to her?
I knew what plots she had to endure. I knew which villains would target her, how Marcus would fiercely protect her, and how Xander would manipulate the shadows around her, but her actual individual likes?
Her deep, personal dislikes? What specific food did she crave when she felt sad or lonely? What kind of silly theatrical show or comforting folk song actually made her genuinely happy when no one was watching?
None. I knew absolutely none of it.
A heavy, suffocating lump instantly formed in my throat, making it incredibly hard for me to even draw a single, steady breath. The realization was sickening.
