The Right Word, or None
What: CI
Who: Alex
Rating: G
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She is three minutes old. Already, a badge at her left, a world in black and white. Already, she’s making a space for herself.
She is eight years old. He’s new to her, his wide eyes that swallow everything at once. Alex’s shadow surrounds that cradle like a fortress, immediately and inherently.
She is thirteen years old. A quick mouth and swimmer’s shoulders, she is smart and strong, much stronger than they’d admit. Her origins are less obvious. Most sacred things are.
Now twenty-four years old even where it aches, she dresses in her city’s blues, and knows it’s personal.