cloud rathbone {d2 - fin - cbd #3}

She skips through the halls, five years old.

"Pixies are chasing me!"

She laughs. She's always been a cheerful child, delighted by the simplest phenomenon. "Caterpillars turn into butterflies? No way!"

She could never be caged. She was always on the run, outside exploring the universe. Finding the pixies and butterflies her imagination had conjured. When she found nothing, she pouted, but there was usually something. Rocks to skip across, cats to chase, buildings to climb. She always walked home with heavy limbs and aching joints, but the next day she would recreate the same adventure.

She knows everything about her family - the crime, the money, and she doesn't mind. Danger is a part of life, and I don't lift a finger. She's all play no work. She doesn't want any of the responsibilities of the Rathbone family, but she doesn't mind protecting her siblings.

Nothing makes her angrier than someone wronging her siblings.

So one day she'll be holding guns instead of butterflies. She'll be walking through dark alleys instead of sunlit pathways. Beauty would be lost to responsibility.

She sighs.

She's fifteen and trying to smile. There is still a lot to live for.