50 Days of Glimmer
"It's like tossing your heart to see where it lands."
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February 1 | 12: 51 P.M.
Dear Glimmer,
How are you feeling? Actually, don't answer that question. I've missed you so much, ally. A lot has changed since I've been in the Capitol. I guess they were astonished that two kids got out alive. Or maybe that's just me. Everything is... how do you put this? Empty ever since you got into a coma. But I know you can hear me as I read and write this to you. I still have hope that you'll live. You're a brave and independent Career and I never would have known you'd come this far.
Well, crap. Your sisters and your little brother is here. Oh, there's your Dad too. You never told me he was a Patriarch. You're one sneaky bombshell now, aren't you?
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February 2 | 9:00 A.M.
Dear Glimmer,
Your sisters are amazing as well as your little brother, Dazzle. I remember Shine, your eldest sister. She won the 68th Hunger Games. Her games were one of the best there was - aside from ours, of course. I hadn't realized that you two were sisters by then. I can see where your braveness came from. Velvet's your half-sister; correct me if I'm wrong. She seems pretty nice although a bit remorseful. I can't really blame her. Your little sister, Sparkle is a sweet heart. She's the one person I talk with more than that of the others. She's a really good conversationalist. As for Dazzle, things are a little awkward. He looks as if he just wants to tolerate me.
There is never a time that I am given the chance to be alone with you for one day. Maybe I can ask your siblings or your Dad for it tomorrow. Please wake up, Glimmer. I need you. Your family needs you. Please.
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February 3 | Written at 7:00 P.M.
Dear Glimmer,
Guess what? Today's your Dad's birthday! He's 39 now, right? Must be great to have a caring Father. I know it's your Dad's day, but I just want you to know how it went for me and my Dad. My Dad left me and my Mom when I was fifteen; but he still pays our bills as well as my tuition for the Career Tribute Academy. Nevertheless, I always rendered him useless. I could only wish to have a Father like yours. Maybe life would have been better for me. Unfortunately, I'm reading this to you now at 11:00 P.M. because your Dad had spent his birthday staying at your bed side - minus the casual Patriarch clothes. It took a few encouragements from Velvet to make him go to bed. A father cares, Glimmer.
Well, I'm off to bed. I promise I'll be back tomorrow. I always am. I hope you can hear me, so that you'll know that you're never alone in this planned twist of fate.
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February 4 | 6:00 A.M.
Dear Glimmer,
The nurses have looked at me weirdly this morning upon my arrival. Maybe because I was the first visitor to come in today, or maybe they were just dazzled by my attractive looks. I know you were. I hope it's okay for you - I just think that you don't deserve to be left alone after what happened to you. Your hands are pale, cold and hard as rock. Can you feel me holding your precious hand? I hope you do. It would really make me happy if you could twitch a finger or eye. But alas, you're in a treacherous state. What am I to for I am only a mere victor? I wish I could do something; but I'm a fighter - not a doctor. I know nothing of these patriarch stuff.
I believe I shouldn't cry because someone might come in any moment. But I can't help it. I'm sorry, Glimmer. A tear just slipped my eye.
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February 5 | 11:13 P.M.
Dear Glimmer,
I'm sorry I wasn't able to be around for today. Your little sister, Sparkle, asked me to come with her and... how do you ladies put it these days? Go shopping. She reminds me so much of my little sister, Connie. A fashion diva but an untrained little girl. I wonder why Sparkle wasn't trained. Maybe it's because you guys can't afford to lose someone as young as Sparkle. I know I wouldn't do the same to Connie. I'd rather shower her with the splendors I receive for being a Victor than to see her experience the games her big brother had encountered. Sparkle is now fast asleep as I tell you this. She really misses you as much as I do.
Please wake up. Yet, I can only hear the beeping sounds from your... little machine that tells me you're still alive. Damn, told you I couldn't be a Doctor. It would practically require a miracle.
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February 6 | 1:07 P.M.
Dear Glimmer,
Dandelions are your favorite flowers. I know it. That moment when you looked at the bed of dandelions in the arena, your emerald eyes sparkled delicately. It's as if those dandelions were your only spark of hope. I wish you could feel the petals that touch your fingers. The way its color matches your glimmering hair. Velvet just put a dandelion on your ear and whispered. I wish you could hear it. I can't bare to see you like this - so lifeless and silent. Unlike the Glimmer I met during the Tribute Parade. Come on, Glimmer - I know you can do it.
All you have to do is open yours eyes. All the fire is gone.
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February 7 | 6:15 P.M.
Dear Glimmer,
What happened to you, exactly? You weren't even that much injured like I was before they declared us as winners. This question has been bugging me ever since Cashmere called. What caused you this coma? Nobody wants to tell me and it's getting kind of depressing. Here I am, visiting you even though I barely know the reason as to why you ever got here in the first place. But who am I to complain? I'm just your ally, right? But allies are supposed to know what's wrong with each other. I suppose you're already thinking, "Why don't you ask my Dad? Surely he would have told you now." Glimmer, your Dad is the reason why nobody wants to tell me how you got into a coma.
Is there something you're hiding from me?
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February 8 | 2:00 A.M.
Dear Glimmer,
Alright, call me crazy; but I just refused - capital REFUSED to go on the Victor Tour. I know that you know how much I've dawned this moment. I've been telling you every night during the Games on how I'd wave to the crowd with a cocky grin plastered on my face. I guess I have to say that being a Victor Tour has been my life long dream. But now, I realized that this Victory isn't only on me. It's also on you. Going on the Victory Tour without you by my side would be the worst dream for me to experience. Haven't you guessed yet? You're like a lucky charm to me - someone special. Hey, what are allies for, right?
A river of tears have began to floor my eyes as I write this to you. I never break down. I'm Cato from District Two. But sometimes, even the bravest of people should let out a remorse full of tears.
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February 9 | 9:00 A.M.
Dear Glimmer,
Eggs and Bacon. Shine, your eldest sister, is a divine cook. I hadn't eaten a home cooked mean in almost... forever. I got tired of the Capitol food ever since Brutus threw up his Capitol engineered pancakes. Oh crap. At this rate, I want to know what your favorite breakfast is. Could it be pancakes with chocolate syrup and strawberries on top? Waffles, maybe? French toast? This gets me curious everyday. In fact, I gotta question if you're even eating at all with your current condition. Your Dad said you haven't woke up yet; not even once. I'm worried about you, Glimmer. I really am. Albeit your heart still pumps, your face never relishes any source of life. I wonder what's going through your mind.
I wish I knew.
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February 10 | 5:09 P.M.
Dear Glimmer,
They're doing a replay of the Hunger Games. Our Hunger Games. You looked so full of life and joy during our chase for Katniss Everdeen. I still wonder how that bitch got an eleven. Maybe she killed an avox for Seneca Crane for all we know. Okay, I just watched myself fall off a tree. Well, isn't that embarrassing? Ah, there you are with your swift bow and arrow. It's too bad you missed, though. Lover boy is such a kill joy, but I knew that he still wanted to let Katniss live. Love is so pathetic sometimes, don't you think?
And besides, love is for children.
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"Heads is easy, tails is harder to plan."
A/N: I know that I should be on HIATUS now, but instead; I managed to write a story within two weeks. I found it awesome and decided to start posting it. Basically, it's like 500 Days of Summer only at this rate, Cato is writing to Glimmer in 50 consecutive days. Love it? Hate it? Drop me a review. I'll be updating the next chapter if I manage to earn ten reviews at the very least. I'm still on HIATUS, but once the said date have struck; I will finally post an updated chapter for Cato and Glimmer: After the Games.
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