The only time she didn't feel this was when she dreamt. When she dreamt of another life, one where she lived happily no matter the unhappiness surrounding her on all sides while in the midst of one war or another. One where a boy walked the earth with her, a boy who she felt she belonged with no matter what. He soothed her within her mind even during her waking hours whenever the other children ridiculed her for her bookishness and oddness within reality, he loved her, and he was the only thing that felt real.