naomi soto. d2f. fin.

She is weeks away from starting the rest of her life.

Calloused hands belong to the old and wise. She hates the feeling of rough patches on her palms, but that's what a working life does to someone. Countless hours spent grinding new aches into her bones for pocket change. It was clockwork misery, and her parents wanted more for her.

At first, the arrangement made her hesitate. Marrying into a family at such a young age? Normally one searches for love on their own terms. That's where true 'happiness' lies. But she met the guy, and he was sweet. He wasn't an ideal match made in heaven, but such a thing may not exist in her lifetime.

He also offers one very special privilege: peace.

She will have to work, but she will also have time to rest. She will be able to afford training for one of the newer jobs springing up after the rebellion. The age of long days and exhausting nights would be over.

That is all she craves: simplicity. Life is meant to be complicated, but she will do everything in her power to contradict that fact.

Everything and anything.