'A bubble of insecurities hidden under a layer of confidence, running away from the past, one might say...'
I mused as I floated above the sky, looking down at Ella. For all her bravado and confidence, there lay a very fragile ego within her, one born from all the past things that happened to her, which started to push Ella towards the edge—always to be perfect, to be that one ideal self that cannot have a single layer of problem or issue others can see or use against her.
And in that run from those hidden layers, Ella has forgotten that by running away from our problems, they will surely catch up to you. Now, it catches up, twisting her tastes and filling her with that fragile ego, which will burst if pushed in the specific way I know.