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𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅. To the Capitol, she is the trophy that is charming and spared━as though she is not haunted by guilt every night, every day. Depression, anxiety, full-blown panic attacks, suicidal thoughts. Every emotion seemed to get stuck beneath a microscopic scope, swelling uncontrollably in size.
Four years were not enough to free her of the quiet fire raging in her heart, brewing under the surface where it can be safely hidden━but even she hungers for freedom, for change, for hope.
That hope came with the enigma that was Katniss Everdeen with her quality ember in darkness which lit up all the districts. That flicker of hope is all there was needed to spark a rebellion.
Scarlet finally understood Chiara and Finnick's frustration after mentoring herself. It was brutal. Dreading, to do everything in her power to ensure the tributes return home alive. In the second year, a 12-year-old girl's older brother practically begged her to try and save his daring sibling. She failed.
She had gotten rather close to Annie Cresta, the victor of the 70th Hunger Games, and apparently, Finnick was a lot closer to Annie than Scarlet was. She tried her best to support the young girl through her games━unfortunately, the battles and bloodshed took a toll on her mental health.
Chiara stopped mentoring and became a more intense alcoholic━inevitably, an insufferable drunk. It was Scarlet's suggestion for the woman to take a break now they had another victor to replace Chiara's position. In fact, there was no use for her to be there when all she did was drink and drink with Haymitch Abernathy in the lounge whilst the kids are preparing to die.
Then came Finnick. Oh, Finnick. It hurt Scarlet, right in her heart to push him away. Although, their conversation still consisted of bickering and clueless insults, the meaning of it seemed to have disappeared. His eyes reminded her of the pity he showed to her before the games, his touch reminded her of the anxiety she faced before the games. She started to associate him with the games.
His presence was enough to send her emotions into panic━sad, poignant, deep panic. She wasn't sure how her icy-cold behaviour made him feel, but she had a feeling he understood. He always managed to see right through her, beneath all her flaws and a mask made of sarcasm and bitterness.
It was unjust of her. But she claimed, swore she didn't have any other choice.
However, at least he had Annie to keep him company. A company that she couldn't provide him with. At least, within a few weeks, he stopped pressuring her into contact.
