to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Out of maelstroms and straight into chaotic ventures again, her uncle somehow rose his way towards striving for the role of Governor – uncertain whether she should be calling him out for doing something stupid again, or proud. She leaned towards both, finding her way amongst the crowd, arms folded across her chest, angled off towards the side, peering at Remi, aiming for the title too, some amount of confusion notched along her brow, before shaking her head. Then her eyes followed the rest of the horde. She knew where her decision would lie.to be the sun
MELITA
