"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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Coriolanus had slept like a baby, peacefully feeling no pain. He felt nothing— it was not necessarily something serious; he had just released himself from all the pressure. The cold air had entered his room, making him shiver under his quilt. As a person he hated winter; he hated that he had to wear so many clothes, the one above the other, as a result, each movement he made was harder than the previous one. And as if it was not only that, he didn't have that many clothes to wear daily; he hardly had a coat.
Coriolanus rubbed his eyes, stretching his body before throwing the quilt aside and sitting on the bed, still sleepy. He had his elbows on his knees, pressing his face on his palms trying to adjust at the beginning of the day. Would it be a perfect day, as perfect and calm as the way he slept last night or would it be full of tension and fear like always? He had over a year to fall asleep and never woke up in the middle of the night with terror consuming him. The young boy felt like every time he closed his eyes, it was his last day alive.
Because he never knew when Dark Days— which haunted his past, present, and future — would return and this time he wouldn't make it.
As he turned his face to the left, he saw his window wide open. That's why I was freezing, he thought. As if she knew Tigris knocked softly on his door and opened it slowly, not wanting to wake him up in case he was still in bed. An awkward look made its appearance on his face before she walked in, "I hope I did not wake you up because I opened the window."
"I guess you did." He replied with a small smile, letting her know it was not a big deal "But I was about to wake up anyway."
"Oh, thank god because I would never forgive myself if you got sick," she joked and walked towards the small window above his desk to close it. "I just wanted to make that awful smell vanish for good."
"What smell?" Coriolanus asked, confused.
"Exactly," Tigris chuckled, "Grandma'am just burned the chicken she was making and the house was full of smoke like our house was in flames." She explained, "The smoke and smell had reached your room so I had to do something to weaken it."
"That's okay really." Coriolanus replied with a small smile "Honestly I prefer it that the cold breeze woke me up and not the smell of something which luckily did not catch fire." His grandmother was always a great cook and she had never failed to impress the two cousins with her recipes. Plus, she was always too careful to burn the food. Immediately Coriolanus's mind traveled back to her exhaustion and how many things it took away from her.
She had stopped visiting her once favorite rooftop, with all the roses growing older and older but never losing their beauty. Coriolanus was now the one who took care of the mini garden. Every day he watered them, watching the color of the dirt turning into a darker shade once the water reached it and traveled through it, trying to find the roots of each rose. Although, he did not wonder anymore why Grandma'am loved this place so much. He could see its uniqueness clearly now.
