"𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲?" Snow asked as curiosity coursed through his veins. In the past three months, he had seen her around the Capitol often and wanted to know more as the days passed.
The girl hesitated for a moment before speaking. "𝗖𝗮...
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"Coryo are you sleeping?" Tigris asked as she walked into Coriolanus's bedroom. The sun had already found its way to sneak into his room and give it light among the whole darkness that tyrannized the small space he spent most of his days in. Coriolanus was under his warm blanket, his face covered trying to block out his eyes from the bright light. He wasn't really a morning person.
"Just give me five more minutes Tigris please." Sometimes Tigris was like a mother to him. She woke him up, cooked him his favorite food, and bought or fixed his clothes. All in all, she took the best care of him. Coriolanus felt the love and warmth his mother took with her in the grave. It was like he was a child again, a small silly boy running around the house happy, and Tigris running after him trying to stay calm at his insubordination. For him, she was more than just a cousin. She was his mother, sister, and best friend. The first person he could go to gossip, and talk about his good or bad days.
However, in the last few days, she had gotten on his nerves as she didn't support him as much as she did in the past. Coriolanus had talked to her again about how willing he was to help that girl but Tigris was always negative.
"Stop living like an afraid puppy which had been beaten to death its whole life," said Coriolanus when Tigris mentioned for the tenth time in a row that day she was afraid of the president. She always used to say that they had to be goodhearted and offer help where it is needed. And now she only cared about herself.
"Maybe I was! Or maybe I lived under awful circumstances and I don't want to risk it again!" She yelled, her eyes filled with tears as she tried hard to hold them back and don't seem weak in front of her little cousin. Her whole life pretended to be confident, ambitious, and strong when every piece inside her was broken and all the remaining tiny pieces became shards when she and Coriolanus argued. Tigris buried all her fears, insecurities, and doubts when Coriolanus was with her, trying not to take away his courage when at some point in his eighteen years stopped believing he would be fine.
"Even better!" Coriolanus argued back "You know how it feels having nothing, having no one. Trying your best to survive and not being enough. Luckily we overcame this part, and I know we are not as comfortable as before but you have to understand!" He wasn't a little boy anymore to be incapable of understanding what Tigris said but his selfishness wouldn't let him retreat. He was right; he had to be.
"Just because your big ego can't accept that I am right even though you know it deep inside does not mean I will agree with you." She shot back. Tigris knew him well enough to understand that he continued the argument because of egoism and he wanted nothing else. She even doubted if he still wanted to actually help that girl or if he had just accepted he couldn't and was afraid to admit it. For an eighteen-year-old adult, he acted like an eight-year-old boy sometimes.
"It's not about my ego Tigris, stop this shit! It is about your incapability to be in their shoes. Oh wait, you were in the past and still can't understand." Tigris once again flinched at how loud his voice was and how his eyes had become colder, like ice. There was always no emotion in his blue eyes, so beautiful almost unfair the lack of light and warmth behind them. He had always been like this, or at least after his parents' death and when his life became hell. What was the difference in living in the real world when the under, dark place would be the same?
