"if i'm a ghost
then so are you"
Emerald Colter hasn't known peace at any time in her life; and with her reaping comes a chance for her to finally make her mother proud of her. Only, when she returns home, everything remains the same and...
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"You stupid girl!"
Emerald cringes slightly as the man pushes his way towards her, wrapping her up in his arms. The brunette savours the embrace of Phoenix, who is visibly angry at her but also deeply upset. He pulls away slightly and puts his hands on her shoulders, looking into her eyes.
"Why would you do that?" He asks her, the girl's eyes shimmering with unshed tears. She shrugs, too emotional to actually answer the man. She doesn't tell him of the echoing memories in her mind, her mother's hurtful words rolling over and over again. "I'm so mad at you right now, but Em, what you just did is perhaps the most selfless thing I've ever seen,"
The girl sniffles quietly, sinking into his embrace even further. The train is already on the move, the tributes not given any times to say goodbye to their families — not that either of them have anybody to say goodbye to. Emerald can almost guarantee that her mother would not have given her a second glance, she probably turned around and walked away the second her hand flew up to volunteer.
Everybody she would want to say bye to is standing on this train right now, and by everyone she simply means Phoenix. She is a little saddened by not being able to at least give Esmeralda a hug before leaving though, now the blonde woman is all alone in her and Phoenix's large home without anybody to turn to.
They stand in the same position for a few more moments before she pulls away, wiping underneath her eyes in an attempt to mask the fact she'd been crying. Over Phoenix's shoulder she can see Silas standing there, watching the scene before him with slight disinterest. She can't really blame him, the two of them hardly know one another. Her emotional expression would be the furthest thing from his worry, the fact that he could die in a few days time probably taking top priority.
"One of you will be coming out of this the winner, I will make sure of it," Phoenix promises.
Emerald appreciates the sentiment, that he would want to try so hard to keep her alive, but she knows it certainly won't be her coming home. The last time she competed in the Games, she lived because Francisco decided that her life was worth more than his. He'd died knowing he had saved her life, helped her on her way to going home. Sometimes she wishes he hadn't, that he had let her fight her own battles, and then perhaps he'd be the one standing here.
"Thanks Nix," Emerald croaks out softly, grabbing his hand and giving it an assuring squeeze.
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