It's a small world after all, it's a small world after all, it's a small world after all, it's a small, small world.
Writer: Lyllas
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The next day, Kith' was working on a beautiful piece inspired by district Twelve. Fire. The main idea was fire. What do you do with coal? You burn it. So very appropriate for Twelve. So clever of her. Not surprising. If she was anything, she was clever. Clever and beautiful and cunning and sensitive and – well the list could go on forever if it was up to me. She was in the study behind the shop sketching. For once I didn't quite agree.
"Your design here is too complicated. You see, if you put the headdress and the cape on fire, it's enough, if you light the whole dress on fire then it all becomes too much. Here, you should just go with a black jumpsuit that covers the body entirely, and then put a flaming cape and headdress," I pointed out.
"You're right… Hm, but then it would be a little simple, no? Though you have the eye for proportion, you know the Capitol people, they like extravagance," her brows knit in concentration. The fact that she admired my stylist work made me proud. Kith' has very high standards when it comes to styling.
"No, they'll be so blinded and amazed by the fact that the tributes are on fire that they won't notice how plain it is. Plus, the main theme is fire. Making a more complicated design for the jumpsuit would be drawing attention elsewhere, which is not what we want," I disagreed. But I was right.
"Um, right. Yes, of course! I'm sorry, I'm all about being original that sometimes I forget that plain is good. Not always of course, but most of the time," she sighed turning her eyes to my direction.
But she didn't even have the time to look at me; I was already all over her. Kissing her, circling my arms around her, tugging her towards me. My lips were in the small space of her neck
"Stop it!" She giggled hysterically, "You're gonna kill me!" I pulled back still keeping her in my arms, smiling crookedly. I examined her. As always those gold/green eyes stared back at me passionately, the gold eyeliner strategically lining her eyes making that ebony hair of hers stand out more shockingly around her face. Her hair was straight and shiny, as always ending in shy curls.
Without even thinking about it I leaned in and kissed her so hard we had to part to catch our breath. Gasping for air we noticed it was ten minutes past opening time and already a few people were lined outside the shop. Well, Kith' and I must be starting to get popular if the Capitol people were getting up early just to get the better deals in our shop. Yes, I had started creating as well and me and Kith' were now one regarding business and clothes.
Later on at lunch break she intertwined her hands with mine, and lounging on the couch in the study behind the shop, reminded me about how the first time she saw me she had a hunch that I was a great stylist. We joked around for about half an hour before going back to our daily program.
It was sunny out so we decided to go for a walk in the park. Walking barefoot on the green grass amongst the trees and plants was strangely soothing. We started twirling around, flowers tickling our bare ankles as we spun around and around unstoppably. We ended up falling to the ground, too dizzy to continue our crazy dance. Our bodies were close together on the refreshing grass. It felt normal, as things should be. Me and her together, dancing, laughing, simply being happy.
We watched the sun go down, bowing down to our love. Intertwined together, we watched the pastel colors of orange, pink and purple streaking the sky. I watched her radiating face reflect the colors of the sky.
We lived two years like this. Happy. In love. We were busy with creating – we were now the top designers for the rich horrors of the Capitol, everyone wanted us. They'd give exorbitant sums of money just to get us to prepare them for a night out, a party, a marriage or any other types of their horrid outings. We enjoyed creating always new designs and accessories so we didn't mind too much the people we were dressing.
It had been 3 years since we were together. I was now 18 and Ariane 17. We were two lovebirds, singing joyfully along. Well, young, rich men were always courting her, but she brushed them off good naturedly.
But then there was this one guy. Mortalis Mentionica Magnificus. Magnificent Deadly Lie. From Latin. He was 19. He just wouldn't shake off. He was one of these rich guys who thought he could do anything, arrogant thing. The thing wasn't altered except for some tattoos, he wasn't the least bit altered, he was a potential threat to the well being of me and Ariane's love. So deadly as his name indicated it.
Such a lie, but then, so appealing, beautiful. I don't know how his parents' chose that name but it
suited him just fine.
I had to interfere sometimes. He would just start courting her and when she brushed him of he wouldn't let go. Started playing with her hair, stroking her face. She started having breakdowns. She was so nervous all the time when he was around. I had been polite, but he was just a psycho. So I started being rude. So he stopped. Ariane was doing better. She was back to normal for a month or two now.
And then one day he came up to me. "What do you prefer about Kith'?" He asked nonchalantly. "First don't call her 'Kith'!" I said exasperated, it was my nickname! "And second, everything, no matter good or bad, I love absolutely everything about her. Something you couldn't do," I snickered. "Probably, probably. But what I like overall are her freckles. Beautiful really. A work of art. The way they are displayed. Mouah!" He made a movement with his lips to his fingers, kissing them extravagantly.
Her freckles. My eyes widened in recognition. Her freckles. Only visible if you're close enough to kiss her. Her freckles. So light nobody knows about them except me. Not anymore. Her freckles. He spins around and calls to me in a clear voice "Well tootles then!" And bursts out laughing.
I could cry. I could scream. I could pull my hair out. I could knock my head repeatedly against the wall. I could bite my lip until it bleeds. I could knock myself out. I could go crazy. But I don't. Because I'm reasonable like that. I should though. Sometimes being reasonable isn't that good. Sometimes I hate it. But I live with it.
So all I do is continue with my business. I clench my teeth and tough it out until tonight. I try. But break down a couple times. My breakdowns don't show. I just feel myself ready to explode in
millions of shards. Feel my heart swell up and come up in my throat. So what I do is I go to the bathroom, splash some ice water on my face and occasionally punch myself. I don't talk the rest of the day, I never unclench my teeth. If I did I would lose myself, break the little strip of sanity I have left and slip into madness.
And finally the evening comes. I have watched the clock all day long dreading the moment I would face Ariane. Or should I say 'Kith'? I'm such a coward that I leave a note. Saying that I will be back in the morning. I have some 'friends' to visit. She knows I don't have friends. I'm not fooling anyone. Not even myself. But she won't know why I'm gone. Why I don't feel like seeing her tonight. Maybe she'll think I know. But I doubt it.
Still I go visit some 'friends'. They're not exactly the kind of friends you have in the Capitol. But still, they helped me, were kind with me, fed me when I didn't know how to fend for myself. So I go see them. My friends from the streets. They could be anywhere right now. But I'm pretty sure I'll find them. Or they'll find me. Either way works fine for me. I just need them. Their stupid jokes. Their naïve questions. Their non understanding. Their brainless advice. Their manly presence.
So I pull on a plain T-shirt and jeans, pack some food in my backpack – some of the kids there are young and not always well fed and clothed – and some clothes. And I set off in the streets I used know so well, to roam for subsistence. I still know them well (the streets), so I find my way to them (The pack). To their favorite hiding place.
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