❝ when the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace ❞
we are all
after something
that makes
the empty spaces in us
make sense
❝ when you love someone, you never forget their face ❞
started. 03.04.2020
published. 08.07.202...
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the lead up to the 68th hunger games
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After a restless night in a far too comfortable bed, Freyja sat at the dining table next to Nolan as the pair dug into their breakfast.
Across from them, Nate raised an eyebrow at the glances the pair were sending each other, "What is it?"
The two stared at him, wide-eyed.
"Nothing." Nolan immediately shook his head.
The man fixed them both with a look.
Freyja sighed, "We were talking earlier, and we're just worried about today."
"Well that's only natural." Nate nodded.
"No, not about training with you guys." The girl shook her head.
Finnick raised an eyebrow as he took a sip of his orange juice, "Then what?"
Nolan put his cutlery down with a sigh, "We're not going to be there with the other tributes today." He stated, "Won't that make them see us as weak?" He asked the issue that had been gnawing at the back of both of their minds, "And won't missing the first day of training mean that we won't get to see what the other tributes are weaker at and need to work on?"
