Suman is bleeding. It was a rich purple, then a pale green, before becoming blue. Still, Suman bandaged it and pulled her cuff down to hide it from her parents. The crisp Dawnlight appeared & Suman looked at her clock. Late. She fled out of the training center, her coat flying behind as if it was the cape to the superhero that Suman so desperately wanted to be. Suman didn’t mind the bruises at all. She didn’t mind that her body was an abstract artwork of purples and reds. She would die for wrestling but can’t give up wrestling.
