navy. one. cb.

Mom was a model and Dad worked for a clothing designer so you can imagine how and why Blush and myself came to exist. A fleeting romance, too quickly too young, one kid and they'd broken up at ages 21 and 23. Rekindled three months later, I came along. But kids don't fix shitty relationships, in fact I think they kind of make them horribly worse. You'd hope that they would of figured that out after my sister was born but nope, back then One were spoiled for choice with Victors and gemstone names were the height of fashion and everyone around here felt hopeful, spinning around and around on their second-hand victories pretending everything would be just fine. I think my generation is more fickle, born with a little bit of bitters on our tongues. We're realists. Ridley Le Roux had grit and she actually gave a shit about the bodies she left in the arena. That's why us yearlings like her. I like to think we're more open to the ideas of extending our hand out to those who need it - or maybe it's just me and my friends. But a smile on the street to a stranger or fetching an ice-pack for someone you barely know never hurt anyone. And this District is hurting. Least we can do is help each-other, if we can't help ourselves.