avery mortuus { twelve } cb1 fin

oblivious eyes follow tiny clusters of hope down trails of poverty, weaving in and out of leaf-strewn cobblestones and desperate, lost souls. she carries herself with spontaneous ease, delivering last glimpses of happiness to the almost-dead. the last child of ten - some born into poverty, some cast aside into a new home - she falls contently behind and picks up their broken pieces strewn in their journey and stitches them back in place with oblivious energy. brown eyes sparkle amongst the sad gazes of district twelve and at thirteen years old she decides not to join them in their despair and sink to the levels of those fallen still in coffins littering their hospice of a home.