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✮ ༄ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 ༄✮ ACT III CHAPTER 23 ( this is me trying)
FIVE WEEKS HAVE PASSED AND NO ONE CAME TO RESCUE THEM. Evelyn lost hope, thinking everyone in Thirteen have forgotten about the captive Victors.
Throughout the lost time, the same has happened: get brought in for questioning, end up being punished, then thrown back into her cell with nothing but mush to eat.
Eve would prefer her burnt food compared to the sloppy clumps she's being fed once a day.
Currently, Evelyn and a now bald Johanna are wide awake while Peeta managed to sleep. The blonde woman softly gazed at him curled into a snug ball. The longer she stared at him, the more responsible she felt for him being there.
Evelyn always lived with a hidden guilt - due to her brother's death in the 68th annual hunger games. Yet, knowing Peeta's in the Captiol, in the cell beside her's, the guilt became exposed. Like the young woman kept reminding herself, the plan was to not only get Katniss out, but him also.
"Stop it." Johanna spoke, her tone filled with calmness which was rather odd.
Evelyn turned her attention towards her best friend with eyebrows knitting together, "Stop what?"
The bald-headed woman chuckled humorlessly, "Blaming yourself." She pointed out, "It's not your fault he's here."
Eve lowered her head, glancing one last time at the sleeping boy before shaking her head and facing Jo again. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, Johanna cut her off.
"You remember the interview before the games?" She changed the subject. Evelyn nodded, setting her lips into a line, "Finnick was talking about you."
A genuine smile spread across her mouth. She thought back to how jealous she seemed, only for him to be speaking about her. Eve let out a breathy laugh. Finnick did express some really romantic words.
Johanna's lips quirked upwards at finally seeing the blonde happy, "I'm glad you and him are together. Maybe now he can ultimately quit talking about you."
"Oh yeah, what type of things did he say about me?" Evelyn asked, not wanting to get rid of this conversation. Anything to do with her lover will make the frown that sat upon her mouth twist the other way.
"Well, I don't wanna spill all the things he said." She exaggerated her voice. Evelyn raised a brow as they met eyes, "But for you, I will."
