addison belmont || d1 || CB1/5 fin

addison belmont.
I guess I’m pretty fortunate that my parents don’t have an issue with throwing their hard-earned money in my face. Some people have a laundry-list of household chores to do just to get an allowance, but what chores are there to do in a household that is left nearly untouched?

While my own job is to train to fight, my mother and father’s are jewelers who trade their exquisite pieces with the Capitol. Everything they do for their job led them to a perfectionist lifestyle. Our residence is, at least in my opinion, pristine, with every flower in each vase turned to appear the most appealing and each plate in our cabinet laid out like a masterpiece.

Our family, just them and I, is centralized upon art. No room in our house is like another, but rather completely opposite. My bedroom, although rarely slept in, is cozy, a combination of honeydew and a blueish-grey, but there’s a single spot where there’s a flash of darkness: the black frame of my mirror.

When I see myself, I see brown hair and hazel eyes. I see a man- a boy- a whatever I am who has no cares in the world, only freedom.
Freedom is a blessing, but it is also a curse.

It’s a blessing because I have no eagle eyes watching my every move, no pack of wolves breathing down my neck.

But it’s a curse because I’ve found myself lost in a world with no one to guide me. I constantly question myself..

{“Is this okay.. what I’m doing right now?”}

With no boundaries and no guide, I’ve found that question hard to answer.

And with no answer, I’ve found it hard to find myself.