Bäahal wore her emotions on her face. She was unable to keep to herself, let alone pretend. Her words would slip past her lips before she could think clearly and she would say things out loud, she'd wished she would have kept to herself.
Bäahal was spontaneous. So much so that she didn't think her actions through. She was motivated by her love for others and driven by her desire to help others and make them happy.
Bäahal was sensitive. She felt every emotion deeper than the average person. She was giving freely, without second thoughts. She was giving, so much so that she didn't think much about herself.
What did she want? What did she need? what did she wish for?
Love. Friendship. safety.
She wanted a life. A good one.
She wanted to live.
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