Through a Fox's Eyes

Chapter 13

Crying. The only thing me and Marvel did through the night. Me entangled to him and my head in his wet chest, we cried. I feel sorry for this innocent child I am bearing, which me and Marvel made, the living promise that our love was true.

The morning was airy. I could feel the pressure. The games are tomorrow.  Today is the interview with legendary Caesar Flickerman.

The absence of Marvel made me wake up. He left a note, saying ‘Gone to my room. Sorry again, but they insisted I should go. Love you so much Emi.’

Ilignma served me breakfast in bed, she told me that I should go down to my prep team so we could get ready for the interview tonight, but I can go later anyway. I could see she hides her tears for me, for our devastating fate, but she keeps strong and walked out the room, clampering her heels.

My prep team came after dinner, their eyes wet with tears. I do not know who they are more sorry for, me or the baby, but I do not care. I really appreciate their sympathy.

“Funny isn’t it? We will almost die, Marvel and me, but still, this happened.”I say, attempting to laugh, but it fails. Grifly sniffs, and I feel sorry for them, having to bear with this drama.

“Sorry guys. I know what great responsibility this is for me, but..”

“I understand Emilia, we may be stupid in some sorts, but we still understand.” Dew said, cutting me off. This leaves the room in an awkward state. The things I only hear are the sounds of the suds as they gently pour some soap in my hair, the caress of Grifly’s hand in my head. I feel bad, really bad.

In the end we did cry, they let me cry with them before they put on my make-up, and gave me hugs. After the cry fest us three had, I have to say, they did a wonderful job preparing me for the interview.

I wore a little blue dress, not too overpowering, just mild in the eyes, with tulle and ribbons and glitter, that shone mildly, like sparks. I had little make up, and my hair was in a half bun in curls, with tendrils falling in my ears. I was stunning.

I hug them, and they specifically said no tears, or my make up will smudge. I gave them a nod, and they hugged me. Fro gave me a bracelet, which he designed himself

“Take this, and may the love that I have crafted within it give you strength” He said, while hugging me. I kissed them on their cheeks, thanked them, and go to Ilignma for our ride.

The lights almost blinded me, the cheers they chanted as Caesar Flickerman opened the show. Ilignma told me to be myself. Myself? To be awkward? And she reminded me and Marvel to stay off the topic of being ‘lovers’ and our baby. It pains me to see them more stressed than ever, giving me some medicine and things, and to see Marvel’s eyes, once blue and happy, now groggy and miserable.

Caesar is a wonderful person, a humorous one actually, and he has this signature look of matching his hair color with his suit color, and now, it’s blue. He was funny, always making tributes feel at ease, helping them answer.

District one is first up. I watch as the female tribute, Glimmer, make her way to the center, her eyes glistening and her body curvy, sexy in her short pink dress. She’s really funny and confident, so pretty. She tells about her life in one, and Caesar actually realtes to her.

Then the buzzer sounds, and then enter Marvel, who looks like an angel with his blue tuxedo, with unique yellow stripes and his confident smile. Marvelous Marvel, as Caesar calls him, so free, so happy. He tells Caesar a joke about gems, and he wins over the crowd. He does not tell a thing about me or our baby, or our current state. He just smiles and talks, he’s better in this than I am.