The Hunger Games: The Luxury Of Death

CHAPTER 17 - THE DAY I MET YOU

In the lavish quarters provided for the victor, Elizabeth River stood amidst opulent decorations, her reflection caught in the glistening mirror. The Capitol had dressed her in a stunning gown, the fabric shimmering like the waves she once knew in District 4. Yet, the extravagant surroundings and the luxurious attire felt incongruent with the turmoil that raged within her.

Alyssa, the Capitol escort, approached Elizabeth with an air of jubilation, congratulating her on the hard-fought victory. Alyssa, oblivious to the emotional toll the Games had exacted, embraced Elizabeth warmly. However, Elizabeth remained silent, her eyes distant, still haunted by the memories of the arena.

Alyssa beamed as she admired Elizabeth's reflection in the mirror, the Capitol's idea of post-Games glamor draped around her. "Isn't it just exquisite, Elizabeth? This dress accentuates your victory beautifully," Alyssa gushed, her eyes gleaming with enthusiasm.

Elizabeth, however, couldn't share in Alyssa's excitement. She stared at herself in the mirror, the scars and bruises on her skin telling a story of survival and loss. "I look horrible," she muttered, her voice carrying the weight of the recent tribulations.

Just as the silence threatened to settle uncomfortably in the room, a familiar voice cut through the air. "I beg to differ," Finnick's smooth and reassuring voice rang out as he entered the room, his presence bringing a momentary calm. Dressed in Capitol finery himself, he carried an air of both sophistication and weariness.

Elizabeth turned to face him, her expression a mixture of surprise and relief at seeing a familiar face. "You look beautiful as always," Finnick continued, a genuine warmth in his eyes as he regarded her.

"Where's Asher?"

The room fell into an uneasy hush at Elizabeth's inquiry. Finnick and Alyssa exchanged a glance, a silent conversation passing between them. Finnick, choosing his words carefully, responded, "Elizabeth, the Capitol has its own way of handling such matters. Unfortunately, we can't... we can't provide you with his remains."

Beth's eyes betrayed a mixture of sorrow and frustration. She took a deep breath, attempting to compose herself. "I just... I want to give him a proper farewell. He deserves it."

Alyssa, her compassionate nature prevailing, approached Elizabeth and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "I understand your pain, dear. But the Capitol has its procedures, and we must adhere to them."

Finnick, sensing Beth's deep emotional turmoil, added, "I'll see what I can do. Let me talk to the officials."

Beth nodded. "Can I go home now?"

Finnick's gaze softened as he met Elizabeth's eyes, understanding the yearning for home that lingered in her voice. "Elizabeth," he began gently, "You will, in time. Right now, the Capitol requires your presence. Tonight, we will take the train."

Beth's shoulders slumped as she absorbed his words. "Fine."

Alyssa, sensing Beth's distress, added, "You're not alone in this, dear. We're here to support you, guide you through the challenges that come with being a victor."

As Elizabeth made her way towards her designated quarters, Finnick hesitated, torn between the duty of a mentor and the empathy of a fellow victor. Alyssa's hand gently rested on his arm, her eyes silently communicating the need for patience.

"Let her have a moment," Alyssa murmured, her voice filled with understanding. "The transition from the arena to the Capitol is overwhelming. She needs time to process."

Finnick sighed, appreciating Alyssa's wisdom. "You're right," he conceded, reluctantly letting go of the urge to immediately offer comfort.

Alyssa gave him a reassuring smile.