Hot Chocolate ;; Theme Ten: Silence
Perhaps we were lucky. Then again, it depends on the way you look at it. Only seven tributes were killed in the Bloodbath, and in some ways I envy them. They never had to feel the cold; the numbness that I feel now. Since the first day, ten tributes have died. Although I could never know for sure, I was pretty certain that they had died from starvation or frostbite. There was only seven of us left; and we were slowly weakening. The Careers hadn't come after us yet. Even they didn't have the strength to do anything beside make a fire, eat, and melt the snow for water.
I feel his frosty breath on my ear as I try desperately to keep warm. His arms are wrapped around me, boney and cold. Although it doesn't do much I am grateful for his efforts; because I know the lack of heat affects him much more than it does me. The snow falls lightly around us, the beautiful little flakes too perfect for the rest of the scene. Our fire stands out like a bright orange beacon against the white mountainside, but we didn't care. No one was going to come looking for us, and even if they did, it would be a relief to be released from this world of snow and silence.
"I love you," he whispered in my freezing air. "So you say," I murmured back, snuggling deeper into my light sleeping bag. He chuckled softly, his teeth chattering. "I do, though. I will love you till the day that I die.
"May not be much longer, then," I muttered, and he laughed again, hugging me closer to his chest. "Always the pessimist."
I sighed, closing my eyes tightly. "Don't joke. Not funny."
"Sorry," he apologized. "Thought it might make you feel better."
"Only one thing could make me feel better."
"Oh? And what's that?"
"Hot chocolate." My mouth floods with saliva just at the thought of the rich, warming liquid. The coffee I had tried in the Capitol had been fine, especially with a bit of honey, but the hot chocolate had been the best. Now that I was stuck in this land of perpetual ice, I wanted nothing better than a steaming mug of the stuff.
"Of course," he muttered, his voice oddly distant. "Hot chocolate would be nice." He looked to the sky, as though expecting something. But nothing came. He sighed. "You'd think that someone would send the poor, lovey-dovey couple a simple cup of cocoa." I shook my head. "The Capitol's not very happy right now, I imagine. All these bloodless deaths." He let out a soft huff. "I suppose we're just two more quiet, boring deaths, aren't we? No reason to send a treat to someone who is going to die just like the others."
"Might as well die together," I murmured, and I felt his icy fingers enclose around my shaking ones. "Might as well die together," he repeated.
In my final moments, I think I hear a gentle 'clunk', that occurs somewhere around my frostbitten feet. But it's followed by only silence. Silence, and falling flakes.
A/N ;; Hey! I thought I'd try my hand at romance. I'm usually not a big fan of gushy emotion but I quite liked this. It didn't flow as freely as some of the others but I like how it turned out. How'd you like it? Good? Bad? Awesome? Revolting? Leave a review! I'd love to hear your opinion! Thanks to Dark Rook, my newest reviewer, and Obiwanlivesforever, who's been there since the beginning. Love you guys, and Happy Thanksgiving! I'm 10% of the way through the challenge! Yippee!