️️ ️️ ️ ️️ ️️ ️️𝑻𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑲𝑬𝑻 .

️️ ️️ ️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ❀ 𝐴𝒍𝒍 ᵗʰᵉ 𝐺𝒐𝒐𝒅 ᵍⁱʳˡˢ ️️ ️️ ️ ️️ ️️ ️️ 𝐺𝒐 ᵗᵒ 𝐻𝒆𝒍𝒍 , ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ 𝐸𝒗𝒆𝒏 ️️ ️️ ️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ᵍᵒᵈ 𝐻𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 ʰᵃˢ 𝐸𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔 . .

i’m not the hero, but i’m not the villain either. so let’s say, in the story, i was human and made of human—things: fear and hands, underbelly and blade.

“It’s okay. I… well, when the games are over I go back to my district and I doubt they’ll have me mentor again unless twelve is still hurting for a mentor so…” She clears her throat awkwardly. “I guess I’m just happy I got the courage to even tell you.”

“I just feel like an idiot, you know? Even if you did like girls, you’re Capitol so… I mean, it would be virtually impossible.” She rambles, staring at her hand to keep herself focused. “What I mean to say is… it’s cool if you don’t feel the same way. I get it.”

“Proserpina, I um… I just wanted to apologise for the other day.” She rocks shyly, avoiding her eyes. “Throwing my feelings on you like that.”

well, it’s more alive than mine.

now? 👀

⠀ ⠀ at least my sisters love life seems to be going better than mine.

at the end as at the start, and through all the in—betweens, i love you.

in the most biblical sense， i am beyond repentance.

⠀ ⠀ “ you thought i wouldn’t ? ” she’d always be so proud of her sister, of the things she had accomplished and was going to continue to accomplish.

⠀ ⠀ “ you’ll always be a baby to me, prosie. no matter how tall you grow .” she huffed a small laugh, her expression softening. “ you’ve been doing amazingly. ”

⠀ ⠀ “ i will always worry about you, you’re my baby sister ! ” she mused, tilting her head at her. “ it’s my job to worry about you. ”