✧・゚: *✧・゚:* it was like a sickness, the way she lost everything.
it spilled into the roots of her home first, shaking already unstable ground beneath feet. it divided her from friends who weren't really friends, from a family that was already just barely keeping it together. it took to her father, though she thinks it only made him more of a monster than he already was. it took to her mother, who turned pale back on yearning children in favor of a champagne bottle. it took to her brother, who had 'all for one' hammered into his skull at a young age. it took to her sister, who remarkably had some semblance of thought, of hope, that things would eventually get better. and it took to winter, pulling her away from familial ties in search of freedom.
and she found freedom in war.