She could never stop smiling. Scarlet could never stop smiling.
Even on days everyone else saw nothing but rain clouds, she saw puddles perfect for her over sized rubber boots. Scarlet even liked her over sized boots. Or the idea she was going to die.
She never feared it, just the start of the next adventure; another chapter. It’s funny that she used to believe that.
It’s funny that the last death rattle from her pathetic lungs was a blood muffled scream. It was much easier to work the thread after that.
She would never stop smiling. Scarlet would never stop smiling.