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𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒. 𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒, and yet, this felt different. This felt like pure rage and hints of dejection twisted into a knife as sharp as a bundle of rose-thorns.
After all this time, Finnick Odair could not even admit to loving her and it encapsulated her anger beyond possible. How could he not? She's a delight. How could he not love her? May this be due to her issues after the Capitol's torture, the way she would flinch or express her anger, perhaps. Maybe something was wrong with her and Finnick could not bring herself to love her.
Because she was not her old-self anymore.
In times of such misery, it was Chiara Salvo she sought comfort in; mainly since Chiara was always on her side no matter what.
She knocked on the gray door to Chiara's bedroom, and even before receiving a response, she barged in to see Haymitch and Chiara sitting next to each other. their eyes widened at the girl's presence. Thankfully, they were both fully-clothed and were not doing anything inappropriate.
"Haymitch, get out." Scarlet sighed, and Haymitch shot her an irritated look. Chiara bit her lips to suppress a laugh and pecked his lips before asking him to wait outside. Scarlet mocked a gag.
"You don't have to be so crude," Haymitch said on his way out. "You kissed your loverboy in front of the entirety of Panem."
"Haymitch, I said get out." Scarlet slammed the door shut as soon as the man stepped out.
"What's wrong, darling?" Chiara asked softly, gesturing for the girl to sit down in front of her. With a melancholic look, the brunette sat opposite of her mentor. "Tell me."
"He doesn't love me, Chiara," she mumbled with a frown. All of a sudden, Chaiara chuckled with humour. That breathy chuckle was cut short when she took in the look on the girl's face.
"Oh, you're being serious."
"I mean, the way he treats me, I thought he does," Scarlet shrugged. "He can't even say it."
"Nonsense, dear, you two merely do not see what we all see."
"What exactly do you see?" Scarlet defeatedly asked; shoulders slumped. "Because everybody keeps saying I'm the one not noticing, and yet..."
