Faith ✷ Coriolanus Snow

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˚ ₊ ♡ ❰ chapter 2 ❱ ⋆ ✰ ₊˚.༄
˚ ₊ ♡ ❰ 𝙵𝙰𝙸𝚃𝙷 ❱ ˖⋆࿐໋ ⋆ ⋆⋅
━━━━ ‧ ༻✩༺ ‧ ━━━━⋅⋆
— in which emberlynn and coriolanus share a...long  train ride.
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Emberlynn sat perched on the edge of her bed, legs crossed, fully dressed, shoes on ━ an almost rigid posture. She couldn't bring herself to relax.

Her gaze fixed on the tranquil scenery of the screen attached to the wall. The room felt oddly serene with the simulated beach playing on the screen, the waves rhythmically lapping against the virtual shore.

District 4, with its sea-salt-kissed air and gentle sand, seemed a distant dream. The virtual portrayal offered a glimpse of a paradise she'd never known ━ a serene facade of the outside world she might never experience firsthand.

The waves, though artificial, echoed a sense of calm that Emberlynn yearned for but knew she would never feel.

Emberlynn pressed the button on the remote, and the serene beachscape dissolved into a burst of vivid flames on the screen. Embers crackled and danced, projecting a fierce heat that seemed to leap out from the display, searing her vision with hues of orange and yellow.

District 12. Home.

She didn't anticipate the pang of homesickness that gripped her. The logical part of her mind acknowledged that she was bound for a place likely far better in terms of living standards and infrastructure.

Under different circumstances, she might have relished the beauty and novelty of her surroundings. But now, she found herself on this death-bound train, heading to her grave, and that realization made even the most breathtaking scenery feel insignificant.

She observed her reflection in the mirror encircled by bright lightbulbs, highlighting every detail of her face.

She appeared disheveled. Her hair was tangled, traces of dirt marked her face and hands. Her gaze fell upon the flower still nestled in her hair.

Finally touching it, she removed the flower, placing it gently on the dresser. She promptly rose, determined to utilize the opulent Capitol products stocked in the bathroom.

An hour and a half later, she emerged from the shower, a towel wrapped around her body, with her wet hair leaving droplets on the luxurious carpet beneath her bare feet.

After stepping out, she noticed neatly folded clothes laid out on her bed. Combat shoes were placed nearby on the floor. Among the clothes, she found a set of attire that hadn't been there before she stepped into the shower. She picked up the shirt, a simple tee with a red strawberry placed on a pink background. It was surprisingly cute, considering the circumstances.