❝FIRE ON FIRE WOULD NORMALLY
KILL US, BUT THIS MUCH DESIRE,
TOGETHER WE'RE WINNERS❞
in which a girl from district 4
meets a boy from district 2
during the 74th annual
hunger games.
[the hunge...
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LILIA DRIFTED IN AND OUT of consciousness, and for the next few days, she was certain that she was never going to move again. The cold stone of the cell floor froze onto her skin, but the pain of her wounds made her entire body numb. The girl, who's lively personality was loving and joyful, was now an empty shell of herself.
"Just let me die," she muttered quietly to herself. "Just let me die in here."
She was bruised. Broken. Beaten.
The girl heard the door creak open, footsteps approaching her. There were no voices that followed. Only silence. Peacekeepers. Her heart sank. She remembered the Capitol official's words, the ones that haunted her every time she faded in and out of consciousness.
Sold. They were going to sell her, like they had sold Finnick and countless others before her.
"No," she called, her voice barely more than a croak. "No, no, no."
Lilia tried to pull away, but her arms were too heavy, her muscles too weak. Rough hands reached down, grabbing her, pulling her up from the ground. She gasped, her ribs screaming in protest, her body too broken to resist.
"No, please..."
This was it.
They were taking her, dragging her away to a fate worse than the arena. Worse than death. She would spend the rest of her life as a Capitol slave. They would be able to do whatever they wanted with her, and she would have no choice but to oblige.
Lilia couldn't fight it, no matter how badly she wanted to. She was trapped in her own broken body. Tears slipped down her cheeks, mixing with the blood and dirt that stained her face.
"Please..." she whispered again, her voice barely audible.
Suddenly, she felt a different touch. Gentle, strong arms wrapped around her, lifting her with care, not the cruelty she expected.
Lilia gasped. It didn't make sense. The Peacekeepers didn't handle prisoners like this. They didn't care. Her eyelids fluttered open, and she tried to focus, to see who was holding her.
The figure above her moved through the darkness, but she couldn't make out his face. She squeezed her eyes shut. It had to be another hallucination. Like Adrian. Her mind was playing tricks on her again.
But then the voice spoke, "Lilia."
The girl froze. That voice. It wasn't the ghost of Adrian. It wasn't the harsh command of the Peacekeepers. There was warmth in it, familiarity.
But her mind was too disoriented to believe it.
"No," Lilia replied, shaking her head weakly. "You're not real."
