"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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The morning sun cast a warm glow as Treech, Delyth, Blossom, and Dubois gathered to say their goodbyes. Hugs were exchanged, whispered words of encouragement shared, and a mix of emotions hung in the air.
Treech's mother, holding back tears, embraced Treech tightly, "Take care of each other, and be safe. We'll take care of things here."
Treech's mother hugged Dubois, "You'll be an amazing father, and we'll see you again soon, I promise."
Treech's father placed a hand on Treech's shoulder, a mixture of pride and concern in his eyes. "Remember, don't forget where you come from."
Blossom, expecting her first child, stood with Dubois by her side. Her parents offered a tearful farewell, realizing they might not witness the milestones of their grandchild's life.
With a warm sincerity, Treech's mother hugged Delyth, whispering into her ear, "And, Delyth, I've seen how much your presence has meant to him since he returned from the Hunger Games. It's like you've brought him back to life. I can see he truly loves you, and that means the world to us. Just promise me you'll keep each other safe and find happiness together."
Her words held a deep understanding of the bond between Delyth and Treech, emphasizing the positive impact Delyth had on Treech's life. It was a heartfelt plea for them to cherish their love and protect each other on the journey they were about to embark on.
Under Old Finn's guidance, the group skillfully navigated through the shadows, avoiding the watchful eyes of Capitol patrols. Each step was a cautious dance, staying close to the edges, ducking behind structures, and blending into the darkness. Old Finn's experience proved invaluable as they moved silently, always mindful of the potential dangers lurking in the dimly lit streets.
The air was tense with anticipation, and every rustle of leaves or distant footstep sent shivers down their spines. Blossom, Treech, Delyth, and Dubois exchanged glances, their silent communication a testament to the trust they placed in each other and in Old Finn's guidance. The journey through the Capitol's streets was a delicate ballet, each move purposeful and calculated to avoid the ever-watchful eyes of the Capitol's enforcers.
The morning sun began to cast its golden glow over the city as Delyth and her companions, Treech, Blossom, Dubois, and Old Finn, navigated their way through the quiet streets. Their breaths visible in the crisp air, they moved cautiously, aware that any misstep could jeopardize their escape.
As they turned a corner, Old Finn spotted a peacekeeper patrol up ahead. He signalled for the group to stop, eyes scanning for an alternative route. He motioned for them to follow him down a narrow alleyway, avoiding the main street.
