"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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The thud of the slamming door rattled through her bones as Calista flung the door shut in her mother's face. Elena's voice muffled as she was on the outside of the room. "Don't you dare walk out on me." Elena fumed.
After the conversation Calista and Coriolanus had, they had decided to go together to the market. Who knew maybe they needed to free their minds from everything that tortured their innocent, wild souls and enjoy each other's company. Calista hadn't mentioned again his grandmother and Coriolanus hadn't asked more, he just had waited, hope was running hot in his veins like when he wished for a better day to come with all the traumatizing memories being taken away and the scars they had left like a new chapter for his young spirit was opening full of prospects.
But this time he didn't wait for something impossible to arrive and enchant him with the unrealistic image of a non-existent world. He knew Grandma'am was gonna be okay, but mostly— he didn't know why he just followed his gut — he knew that the girl with whom he was walking was about to do anything, literally anything so she could convince her mother. Truth be told, no one— who based on the rumor of his family — would have been okay with helping them; or else they would already have found someone.
Coriolanus did not know what increased his expectations. Was it her charms? Or how kind she was towards him, no matter what she had heard or knew. When she talked to him it seemed like Calista had locked on a small box in the back of her head, her second thoughts, and had just let herself free, to do what she wanted. She let every single word slip from her lips, without pressuring herself to build a shield that would protect her from any kind of use by him. She just talked and smiled. She was just her, the big-hearted who always saw the good in people, Calista.
He could easily recognize the terror in her eyes. No one guaranteed her that he wouldn't hurt her or give her name to President Ravinstill. But also he admired how much she tried to seem brave— who couldn't try in those days anyway? Once people found your weakest spot they would hit hard, with no second thoughts, and shatter you like a glass of water that fell from their hands and its pieces scattered on the red carpet.
They had walked in awkward silence as neither Coriolanus nor Calista knew how to start a conversation and break the silent atmosphere in which only their cold breaths echoed.
"So..." Coriolanus began "For how long have you been visiting the Capitol?" He didn't know if this was the appropriate line to start a conversation or if Calista would think that he was trying to collect information and give her away— he had no intention to do it, not now that he had her closer.
"Two months or less, I think." She shrugged, her tone so casual like she had no suspicions about the questions the young man next to her was asking. "I always knew how rich people here were and that they had everything we needed to survive." Even though Coriolanus wanted to burst into laughter hearing how easily the word "rich" abandoned Calista's lips and danced in the air, he just let her finish.
