"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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Delyth momentarily overlooked her nervousness until the room's collective gaze fixed on her.
Treech approached, his hand on the small of her back as he introduced her, "This is Delyth," he explained, faces still etched with confusion, "she's the reason I'm alive."
The room fell into a stunned silence, faces shifting from confusion to realization. Delyth felt relief settle in as Treech's mother, overcome with emotion, immediately opened her welcoming arms, tears streaming down her face as she embraced Delyth.
His sister, too, wore an expression of gratitude mixed with disbelief. As they took turns thanking her, Delyth couldn't help but feel a mix of relief and acceptance in their eyes.
Seated around the dinner table, Treech's mother and sister leaned in with genuine interest, eager to hear the tales of Treech's trials and the stories he carried from the Hunger Games.
Questions flowed not only about the harrowing experiences he faced but also about Delyth's life in the Capitol and the reasons behind her decision to run away.
"So, I'm guessing you need a place to stay pet?" His mother questioned, beginning to stand up from the table.
"Honestly, I'll be fine! I've got enough money to get by!" She stated, not wanting to burden the family.
"Nonsense!" His mother stated, throwing her hands in the air, "think we owe it to the girl who saved our sons life" she told her.
"We've got a spare room, it's only small, probably not what you're used to" his mother winked at her as Delyth laughed and shook her head.
"I'd be grateful for anything, thank you so much" his mother smiled at her words and nodded her head.
Blossom nodded from across the table, giving Delyth an excited smile, "and when I'm not here you can use my room" she offered, Delyth smiled widely at her generosity.
"I promise to help out!" She told them.
Their conversation abruptly ceased as the door swung open, accompanied by the heavy thud of two approaching footsteps.
Treech's father entered the room with an air of authority. His broad shoulders and weathered hands told stories of hard work, echoing the laborious life of a District 7 resident. The lines etched on his face portrayed a mix of weariness and determination, reflecting the struggles faced by those in the lumber industry.
His gaze swept the room until it rested upon Treech. The stern expression that usually graced his face melted into a medley of emotions. Delyth observed as his eyes welled up with tears, revealing a depth of emotion rarely seen in the man.
