Sitting down at her desk, the mirror that had sat on top was long gone, having been one of the first things she destroyed. A hollow and haunting reminder of who she was. She had never put anything back up in their place. Destroying every one of those stupid, worthless fucking trophies. Years ago in a breakdown, Boscha had ripped down every poster and picture. The omega stared at the blank walls of her room for a minute. Fuck! Another day another rejected courting gift. Rushing into her bedroom Boscha slammed the door shut.
