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Are you a girl or a boy? I'm a girl
Where are you from? Well as creepy as this question is, I'm from England.
Where did you get the inspiration for 'Bones'? I honestly can't remember. I don't think there was a moment where I looked at something and thought, wow I've got an idea for a fanfic. It was kind of just a thing that came to me from nowhere.
Are you going to update 'Forest Fires'? Soon, hopefully. I've not really had any thoughts on it at the moment. I'm trying but I've hit a bit of writers block.
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How do you write in such detail so quickly? I honestly don't know, It's just something that comes naturally with time.
I want to write like you, can you give me some tips? Ok, I really don't think I'm all that great at writing, but my tips for writing well would be to write a bit everyday and read lots. Read anything. Fanfiction, real books, magazines, newspapers, anything with words:)
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I can't sleep that night. I'm surprised that Peeta can, but I suppose we deal with things differently. After tossing and turning for hours, I finally admit that I won't get any sleep and decided to get up. I look at the clock through the darkness. 3:21. Great. I sigh as I walk out of the room and down the stairs, stopping only when I voice interrupts my thoughts.
"Where are you going?" Rye asks. I was so distracted by myself that I didn't even notice that I was in the bakery, about to walk out of the door. I didn't even notice rye was in the corner of the room. Then again, I don't think I would notice him even if I was fully conscious; his tall figure hiding in the shadows at the back of the room. The moon's light cascades an eerie glow over the upturned table on the floor in the centre of the room. I walk around it, not wanting to touch it – the scene of devastation that has been created in the room.
"Out, I guess." I sigh, not really knowing where I was going to go at all.
"It's cold. And you've got no shoes on." I look at my feet. He's right; I've not even got socks on.
"Oh." I sigh as I fall into the chair opposite him, after that it goes quiet again.
I watch Rye, who doesn't do anything but stare at his hands on the table. His eyes are somewhat different to how they were a few hours ago. What were bright green pools of light have now reverted to dim grey puddles. Unfortunately, I am all too familiar with this look – the look of complete helplessness and self-loss – a look my mother adopted as her own as soon as my father died. No crying, no screaming, nothing.
"How do you do it?" He whispers, not moving, his gaze remaining fixed on his hands.
"Do what?"
"Keep going?" he moves his head so that his eyes are on mine.
"I… I didn't. Not to start with. But I guess…" The sudden realisation of the truth I'm about to speak of hits me like a tonne of bricks. "…I'm used to it" I gasp quietly. "I mean, the first person I lost was my dad… that hurt me more than anything. Then with Gale, when he hit… eventually I got used to it… but then he was gone too, and now Pip and I don't understand how I can just accept the fact that these people are gone now. I don't understand why that is and I wish it wasn't like that but it is and…" I stop myself when I see how Rye is looking at me, and how loud I'm getting. "I'm a horrible person" I mutter. I feel Rye's hands clasp over my own.
"No you're not" He whispers back. "You're so much more than you credit yourself for."
"And so much less than everyone seems to believe."
"Kat, look at you; look at your past. You lost your dad, you looked after your sister, you fell in love with the wrong guy; you managed to keep looking after your sister even though you were in an abusive relationship, you managed to fall in love; this time you fell in love with the right person, you saw that your friend was in danger; and you warned her and protected her, you were kidnapped, you escaped the kidnapping on your own; with no help, you got pregnant; you keep going, you had to take your past and private life to court; you won the court case, someone who used to be your friend was sentenced to death; you acknowledged all of the good points and bad points that brought up, our friend died; you keep going and I am sat here feeling sorry for myself. You always keep going, tell me how that is in anyway unimportant."
"But that's the problem." I sigh "I'm so confused. I don't know if I'm getting too big for my boots, or if they're too big for me."
"Maybe they fit perfectly." He says.
"I doubt it… I just-" I am stopped by Rye's lips on mine. At first I am completely shocked, but after a second or two, I close my eyes and kiss him back. The kiss last for ages and is desperate and fulfilling and almost perfect until I realise what I'm doing and where I am and who I'm with. I pull away quickly and open my eyes.
I try and speak but "Rye." is all I can manage; after that my voice shuts off. He must realise that it was a mistake too, and surprisingly, he says what I am about to.
"Please don't tell Peeta" his voice is so sad it's as if he's almost begging; as if his whole life depends on it. I nod silently, still unable to say anything.
"Kat… Please talk to me. Just say something…"
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why would it matter if Peeta found out about…" I trail off before picking up my words again "…why does it matter to you?"
"Because he's my brother and I've never been anything but a jerk to him." he answers bluntly. "I'm getting a drink" he grimaces as he stands.
"I think I need one too" I say. He stops in his tracks and slowly turns to face me.
"No."
"What?"
"You're pregnant; I'm not letting you drink."
The next morning, Rye is hung-over and I am asleep in the chair. Peeta wakes me up, tugging on my shoulder. I open my eyes to see him sitting next to me, his eyes blue and sorrowful.
"Hey" he smiles slightly "You alright?"
"Mmm..." I nod, feeling gross.
"Sure?"
"Yeah. Just a little tired."
"I can see that, how come you're down here?"
"Couldn't sleep," I yawn "I almost went on a barefooted-midnight walk, but Rye stopped me."
"How is he?"
"Honestly?" I ask, Peeta nods for me to continue "He's completely broken."
"Has he been drinking?" Peeta asks, staring at the passed-out figure, half lying on the table, who happens to be his brother. I nod slightly. Peeta sighs.
"He does it to forget, you know? Say's it drowns out the pain. He used to come back every night at some ungodly hour and just fall asleep on the kitchen floor."
"To forget?"
"Yeah." Peeta turns his head to look at me "Something tells me he's not going to forget this one."
I bite the inside of my cheek as soon as Peeta says that, because the truth is; Rye isn't trying to forget Pip. He won't ever be able to and he never wants to. He wants to forget the mistake that happened a few hours ago. I've learnt recently that Rye and I are very similar, and that a small mistake can look bigger than it is to us, because it's symbolic of everything we've ever done wrong.
"Kat?" Peeta's voice snaps me back to reality.
"Huh?"
"Never mind." He sighs; looking at the state the bakery is in. "You know I love you, right?" He asks, turning back to face me. I look into his eyes and nod, a slightly crooked smile forming on my face.
"Of course" I say.
He kisses me and I kiss him; that's when the guilt kicks in.
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