widow satin | d8 | cb | fin

its weird yknow? not seeing stitch or thread anymore. my mom always told me that they were put through the wringer, because her sister was a bit of a monster when it came to her vision. i was always allowed to go over to their place just to give them something to distract from their mothers wrath. stitch had never paid too much mind, his room was always locked, but i used to play with thread right up until he was put to work in the shop.

that was right about the time when stitch had died in the games.

id visit from time to time, i did not have an eye for sewing, but i was more of a eye catching person. some of the designers would approach me model various pieces. by no means was i the type of person to be into my own looks, but other people? that i couldnt understand. some said my look was just so edgy that i had this energy about me. my mother told me to always be mindful of what i got myself into. so did thread, that was, until he had been reaped himself and died in the games.

its funny, i dont know if i ever gave myself time to heal. i threw myself into modeling gigs just to pass the time constantly. thread didnt even say goodbye to me, whisked away before i could even mention that i wanted to see him. maybe that was on purpose?

that i do not know, and i think ive found a reason to never find out.