"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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Christmas was close enough to make Coriolanus and Tigris feel nostalgia as they used to spend this magical event with each other's families, gathering at a house. Eating all the delicious food Coriolanus's mother had made, or his cousin's, and talking about how grateful they were to belong to a family like that. Then they would exchange gifts around the tree. Tigris still had a beautiful necklace her little cousin had gifted her when she was eight— and Coriolanus five.
However, the last Christmas Coriolanus had spent with his family he wished he could erase them from his memory. That year they had spent Christmas in the Snows' house, and Tigris with her parents had just arrived, their hands full of presents. Coriolanus was seven and Tigris had reached the age of ten. Her blond hair was longer than the last time Coriolanus had seen her, coming to the height of her lower back. They hadn't seen each other for a year as their families were too busy doing other things.
She had been wearing a long red dress with glitter everywhere making her shine under the light. Crassus had bought her that dress last year so she had thought it would satisfy him if he saw her wearing it, and so it did. It matched her brown eyes and golden hair perfectly. Around her hand had been wrapped golden, small bracelets Coriolanus's mother had bought her last year as well. Tigris had come wearing all the items the Snows had gifted her as if she wanted to make clear that she belonged to this family. Last but not least she had chosen Coriolanus's necklace— if she ever took it off —. It was long with a small heart in the middle.
He had been collecting money for one whole year so he could afford it. He knew his family could buy it but he didn't want to ask. He wanted to be special and buy it on his own.
"Tigris!" His face lit up once he saw her standing by the door with a small blue bag in her hands. He ran and hugged her, tightly like it was their last year they could create unforgettable, funny memories. Like he knew that day was the last they could be children. Tigris hugged him back, burying her head in his neck.
"This is for you," she said, passing him the small bag. Coriolanus took it and with fast movements, he scratched the paper, and a small box was revealed. Inside it, there was a silver necklace with a small circle in the middle which opened in two and he could put any picture inside it. But Tigris had already taken care of this. When Coriolanus opened it in two, he saw a picture of three-year-old Tigris holding baby Coriolanus. It was the first day Tigris had held him and one of her best days. She remembered it like yesterday. The joy she had felt when his mother had brought him to her house.
"Tigris..." He said but stopped. He couldn't find the right words to express his feelings. He was still little and his vocabulary didn't include more words than the common ones, but one thing was sure; he adored it. Of course, Coriolanus didn't remember that moment as he wasn't even one-year-old but seeing the happiness in Tigris's face and the peace in his made it clear how much he loved being held by her. "I-I love it." He smiled and hugged her.
