too young to grow old [caesi/lithe] [blitz]

childhood dreams like
movie scenes
castles made of sheets
memories, they stick with me

Caesi hadn’t done much since the death of Ronan. She knew that he had been reaped, and that he had gone into the games as fiery as ever. She watched the games happen before he eyes, and every time she thought he was going to pull through, he did. That was until Diana Sayers had struck him down so eloquently. 

That part tore her to pieces, but she had found a way to recuperate from that. She always did. She might have not been the wisest, or the smartest, but she had heart, and that was very clear in all of her dealings recently.

She had been working at the hospital a little bit more recently, even the people here could admit that Caesi had been doing just enough to keep herself out of trouble. Maybe it was because she was focusing a bit more on her work. Whatever it had been, she had been thankful enough to keep herself out of trouble.

Today though, she had been home, working on baking something for the family. She looked around the pantry, trying to find the flour. ”Lithe! Where is the flour?” She screamed towards the pantry instead of towards his room. She knew her voice carried well after all.

I hope they never leave
endless nights
and dancing feet
hiding in the dark
-too young to grow old by lxandria