Hello dragul meu! I spent five minutes specially for you trying to find an awesome new language to say my love in, I finally decided on Romanian because that translates into several things, amongst them are, my love, my darling, and Ducky. That's right. Ducky. How cute is that? So cute! In case your wondering (I'm willing to bet money your not) still no evolution on the situation with the boy. Starting to wonder if he's ignoring me... So anyway, here's another chapter, I know I'm posting A LOT, but I have nothing to do. I probably wont be writing as much starting this week because my Cross Country season is starting this Wednesday. Which is so exciting! I really hate running, and people, and I don't have many friends on my team... BUT I STILL LOVE CROSS! Don't ask why I'm not sure... Anyway, chapter, new yeah. So hope you don't hate it or anything, I love you and please review if you like. I love you with my whole entire heart and soul and I want to hug you and cuddle you and play with puppies because their really cute and I don't even know but I love you and also puppies. BY THE WAY! I'm sorry if this is a sucky romance, I've never done one before. Okay, I haven't done one since like second grade and even Twilight is a step up from those. (trust me not by much, no offense if anyone actually likes those for some unfathomable reason...) Anyway happy reading :) sorry again if the love ploy is a bit pathetic. (by a bit I mean like, the worst in the entire world, with the exception of Twilight. Twilight makes me ashamed to be a human.)
Forever yours,
Pigeon
Could it already be tomorrow? Tomorrow night I would sit on a stage with Caesar Flickerman answering meaningless questions, trying to win the capitals heart before I was thrown into the arena to fight for my life, or more accurately fight for Milles life. While he fights for mine. I wondered what other complicated stories lay just beneath the "glittering" surface of past Games. Milles sits in a position that pretends to be relaxed. I moved to sit closer to him; he glances at me with the ghost of a smile on his lips.
"How do you think you did?" I tuck my feet under myself and snuggle into his side.
He shrugs, "I think I did alright." A nervous tone held tight on his voice. Lightly he leans his head against mine. My heart flutters slightly and I beg it to stop. Please not now, not him. I can't do this right now.
I know it would be as simple as moving away from him but I can't bring myself to, good sense tells me my life would be so much easier if I moved now. But my heart whispers the promise of happiness in my ear; these promises keep me next to him. "Did you do well?"
"I have no idea." A nervous (almost psychotic) laugh escapes my lips. Linli flicks the obsessively large T.V. on, I blink several times forcing my eyes to adjust to the ridiculously brightly lit T.V. Our almost nonexistent conversation stopped the same moment as it was turned on. Several moments of silence fallowed before the image of the boy from District one flashes on the screen, a ten flashes next to him. District ones girl flashes across the screen next, her hair was platinum blonde which made her absurdly blue eyes even more noticeable, , another ten flashes next to her ghostly pale face. She almost looked dead already. Before I can stop myself an image I will never forget congers itself into my head. A girl as pale as a ghost lying on the ground, hair shinning red with blood as her skull is smashed in. In the shadows of this image I see myself. I shrink into Milles even more with that thought, wondering what was wrong with me.
District two's boy got an eight, something in his dark brown eyes suggested insanity. I quietly note this, storing it away in my mind incase it came to be of use. Or at very lest to try to kill him quickly. I chastise myself once again for such morbid thoughts, but bit by bit I was becoming accustomed to such thoughts. Slowly acknowledge that maybe my grotesque mind would keep us alive. District two's girl got a nine; she was beautiful and from snippets of conversation I'd heard fallowing Milles around the training center I gathered she used that to her advantage and was very manipulative. Something I might be better at if I was any use to the careers in the first place. My head pivoted to the side vaguely. I wondered if it was too late to persuade Milles to ally with the careers, depending on his score maybe it wasn't. But I didn't suspect it was much better then District ones, no matter how good he was at throwing. District three got seven and five, district four was eight and six (I suppose it was an off year for district four, something we could possibly take
advantage of) district five, four and five. District six, three and five.
I squeezed my eyes close for a moment before opening them again to see Milles on the screen, his curly hair in a mess as if he hadn't combed it that morning (when in actuality his hair stylists had spent at least twenty minutes getting it that way) he smiled in a half asleep manor. I looked at the picture for a moment, wondering what was off. His eyes I think had lost the gleam that had always been present in them before. A sparkle that had suggested the enjoyment he had in life. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, I feel the urge to cry for him but fight it off. Knowing this would only make him more miserable. A ten flashed next to him, "You, talented little monster. God I love you." I laugh into his shoulder.
He tenses for a minute, "what?" I blush slightly. Chastising myself once again. I had no time for this, there was no time for love in the Games, there was no time for anything. For most, not even survival.
"Nothing." My face flashes across the screen next, in a matter of seconds a seven flashes next to it. I laugh, somewhat hysterically. Surprised I got anything above a one. Let alone a seven, it was nothing to laugh at considering I was none to good at "close up combat".
I lightly lean my head against his again. District eight, five and four. District nine, six and four. District ten, three and five. District eleven, six and two. District twelve, two and three. My eyes close involuntarily, I open them what seems to be seconds later and find myself in my room. Milles is softly shutting the door after presumably carrying me here; I'd woken just in time to hear him whisper, "I love you too."