Her hands wrap around the golden bars of her cage. So much gold, so much time went into its construction, but the Little Lord was making a statement that went far beyond her. She looks down to where a chain holds her feet to the ground so that not even her wings could carry her away from him.

A car accident from 4 different perspectives.

“Who could pick a better person for me than the people who have already loved me my entire life?” I say.

“You,” she answers immediately, “You could find someone to love.”

“Love is scary.” I admit.