𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 ❦ The Hunger Games Sequel

thirteen

☆ CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT! ☆
038. brain on fire

|| RUIN MY LIFE ||
❝you set fire to my
world, couldn't handle
the heat, now I'm
sleeping alone.❞

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THE DOOR TO the room was catapulted open with enough force to dent the wall.

When it hit the brick covered by white plaster and a canvas barely visible in the evening light, a sound almost like a canon rang throughout the hall that the Peacekeeper had come from while the girl inside seemed to shatter from her long tired stare. With the hollow echo that went around her head, a familiar flinch coiled up every single part of Lorna's body as she heard something that was almost familiar, but she didn't quite manage to release the small jump caught in her throat.

She almost had it; TR730's raised shoulders and curled up hands distracted her from the bang when he strided towards her spot on the bed's end. All Lorna Titan had wanted was some comfort, but even that seemed to enlight the embers of rage within TR's eye as he wripped his helmet from his uniform.

"What the fuck was that?" He hissed.

For a moment, she wondered how much the solider had seen while his tanned skin became more and more gaunt in the low light of the room, but then the interview sprung out from the rest of the days events. Specifically her choice to be obedient; it seemed she'd upset the man more than she previously expected- maybe more than even he'd wanted to show.

But she didn't quite regret it. Lorna was sure the man had left her for good after the two week break between his last visit and that night, and despite his anger, she seemed to notice that a letter wasn't held in his gloved hand. He still hasn't figured it out- she remembered all her doubts the second that his anger boiled over onto his panting chest.

"Where have you been?" She asked, still almost silent as she glanced from his off white suit to his tousled hair. "The letter they gave me, it was written by me before all of this. What else was I supposed to do?"

As he looked down at her, Lorna couldn't remember a time she'd felt more like a child in all of her time in the strange city. Her arms were crossed to protect her heart from a possible blow to either her feelings or her chest, and used her long hair to hide how red her cheeks had become in all of the stress. When he rose his voice, her hands began to shake from their place under her armpits, and her lip began to quiver before she could stop it.

There was something that told her this man was causing issues; a part of her body that reacted so terribly to screaming and the loud nature of the Capitol she was almost allergic to it.