"Ironic ain't it? The one woman I can't get enough of, is the one I'll never be able to have"
Delyth Bardott grapples with unexpected emotions for her tribute, straying from the expected norms of a Capitol girl drawn to a District boy.
Meanwhile...
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As Treech entered the train, Delyth felt a subtle tension. His gaze locked onto hers, and in that moment, the unspoken connection between them deepened.
It was as if they were sharing a silent conversation, acknowledging the challenges they faced and the bond that had grown between them during the harrowing Hunger Games. Delyth mustered a reassuring smile.
Before Delyth could anticipate it, Treech's initial confusion transformed into a radiant smile. "Delyth!" he exclaimed with a relieved huff.
He rushed toward her, wrapping her in his embrace. Laughter escaped her lips, mingling with the emotions that welled up inside her.
As she leaned back in his embrace, her gaze met his face. Love radiated from his eyes, but beneath it, she discerned the haunting shadows of the tragedies he had endured. Delyth traced the lines etched on his forehead, a testament to the challenges he faced.
Despite the joy of their reunion, a lingering sadness told a silent story of the tribulations he carried. They held onto each other, finding solace in the shared understanding of what the Hunger Games had demanded from them.
His eyes sparked with recognition, retrieving a necklace from beneath his shirt – the very necklace she had given him. Laughter bubbled up within her, accompanied by tears of joy, as the sentimental token connected them.
It felt as though the two had taken hours before they both finally leaned in, their lips meeting, a tender connection. The warmth of the moment enveloped them, a stark contrast to the cold realities of the Games. As their lips parted, a silent understanding passed between them, an unspoken promise to face whatever challenges lay ahead side by side.
"I'm so proud of you," Delyth whispered softly, Treech met her gaze, and in that moment, the haunting memories of the Hunger Games seemed to fade away. Her eyes, filled with love and understanding, created a sanctuary amidst the chaos, a place where the scars of the arena could momentarily be forgotten.
Upon noticing her suitcase and bags he cast a questioning glance her way, Delyth seemed to understand his unspoken question as she answered, "I'm coming with you," she told him, watching as his eyes lit up, "to seven."
Before she could fret over his response, his grin enveloped her, his embrace so tight it felt like words couldn't escape her.
As the train carried them away from the Capitol, Delyth and Treech found solace in each other's company. Their conversation danced between love, grief, sadness, and catching up on the time they'd spent apart.
Each word spoken carried the weight of the Games they had endured, yet in the shared moments, they discovered a comforting understanding that transcended the horrors they'd witnessed.
