The cold droplets of rain continued to fall from the sky around Ashley, splattering his face and forming lakes around his feet as he forced himself to trudge forward. The moonlight shone down with an intensity he had never experienced before, it's silver ribbon of light reflecting in the collected water and penetrating through the otherwise smothering darkness of the night around him.
Ashley was on his own.
He trembled slightly with every step, the chilling night tempting him into the shelter of the dark, dripping trees with their death-like branches reaching out to stroke him. Instead, Ashley continued to move forward through the water that was threatening to block his path. Every single lake seemed to talk to him, replying with a warped reflection of his own face until Ashley was certain that he could see himself almost a thousand times over. Even though he was alone, someone seemed to continually watch him.
For just a moment, Ashley allowed himself to stop. The rain continued to fall around him, every small collection of water seeming to merge together to form what seemed to be an ocean. It showed no sign of relenting but, as Ashley watched his own reflection in the water beneath his feet, he could see that the rain was beginning to wash away the blood, dirt and tear stains that had taken to adorning his face. With every second he allowed the rain to fall on him, he began to look more and more like he had done back in District Thirteen, before the Reaping had even happened and before everything he had ever taken for granted had been ripped from him in a single cruel act of the Game-Makers.
Ashley had never really payed much attention to his own reflection before. As he watched himself in the water, illuminated by the harsh starlight, the only thing he could see was a face that he had grown so used to seeing on someone else: Aries.
As he recognised his brother in the rippling lakes around him, Ashley tore his eyes away and looked back to the trees he was walking through. He refused to let himself remember, finally working through a way to make the pain deaden within his mind. If he could just forget entirely, ignore the fact that Aries had ever existed, he could snatch a few hours of sleep that was not haunted by nightmares. If he pretended he had always been an only child, Ashley was content enough to keep on fighting.
It was almost impossible to forget entirely.
If Ashley ever closed his eyes, his mind always tried to seek solace in a happy memory that always seemed to involve Aries. If he allowed any amount of hope to overtake him, he could not stop imagining ways to make everything seem more bearable. If he let his guard down for even a moment, Ashley was certain that he could almost see his brother walking alongside him.
Except, Aries was dead.
Keeping his eye line away from any reflections, Ashley continued to move forward. He forced himself to stop pretending, moving through the tree branches in the hope of finding somewhere to escape the unrelenting rain. The darkness of the night seemed almost endless, the silhouettes of the bare trees seeming to pin Ashley to a single point in the arena. Their branches seemed to scratch at his face, drawing him into their cold grasp if he tried to stop for even just another second.
He had hoped that, eventually, the sun would have risen and changed the arena into a completely different world. In the rain, the ground beneath him had once carefully reflected the starlight into misty lanterns but the waters continued to climb and now the surface reflected nothing, only drawing in light and swallowing it forever.
Ashley refused to stop, distracting himself by forcing his way through the water that overtook his ankles, then his knees and finally his waist. It continued to grow, the rain showing no sign of stopping and the night seeming eternal. He longed to keep moving, to forget everything, but he knew the Game-Makers were cold enough to not stop until the water had covered him completely, smothering him silently and dragging him to a watery death.
That would have been the easiest way of forgetting, but Ashley had a promise to keep.
Instead of moving forward, he moved up. Although the trees had once seemed something to avoid, they now offered safety as Ashley clambered through their dripping boughs and to the highest point he was willing to risk. From that vantage point, the moonlight was once again able to penetrate through the layer of heavy cloud and find it's harsh beams becoming misty in the ocean that was beginning to form beneath Ashley. Up in the branches of the tree, there was nothing to block or distract him from the haunting memories and reflections.
In a way, Ashley was glad.
Under the cover of night, the world was different. It seemed more foreboding and far more threatening than anything adorned with a sparkling sunbeam, but it was also able to hide any secrets you wanted to keep. With the moon obscuring everything from anyone who was trying to watch, Ashley would have even allowed himself to cry.
He did not cry; that time had passed a few days prior to the flood. Instead, he finally allowed himself to remember everything about Aries that he had tried his hardest to forget. In the starlight, he could pretend that his twin was perched on a branch next to him and no one would ever know. Providing the moon was in the sky, Aries could still be alive.
Once the sun came up, those sort of childish dreams would be snatched from him and Ashley would be left alone once more. The arena would seem like torture once more, only a reminder of the death and bloodshed that was still to come in order to crown a Victor.
Part of Ashley still wondered if an escape would make him even happier than simply remembering, but he knew that the only escape from the arena would be death. Even then, he was still tempted. It would be so easy but, at the same time, it would be a failure.
Death was still a comforting thought to him, however. If death was an escape, then it would make you happy. By that logic, Aries was happy and that was all that Ashley wanted at that moment.
He hoped it was a happiness that he would never know.
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