i don't like sand - rhys | day 6

In a secluded corner of the beach, Rhys sat alone, his gaze fixed on the endless expanse of the ocean before him. The gentle lapping of the waves against the shore provided a rhythmic backdrop to his tumultuous thoughts. With each grain of sand slipping through his fingers, he attempted to grasp onto the fragments of his shattered reality, struggling to make sense of the chaos that had engulfed his world.

As Rhys sifted through the memories that weighed heavily on his mind, the guilt over Marceline's death gnawed at his conscience like a relentless tide. He couldn't shake the feeling that he had failed her, that his actions—or lack thereof—had ultimately led to her demise. The weight of her absence hung heavily in the air, a constant reminder of the price paid in the pursuit of survival.

But it wasn't just Marceline's death that weighed on Rhys's soul; the guilt over Jericho's fate bore down upon him with equal intensity. His mind replayed the moments leading up to Jericho's demise, each memory a dagger piercing his heart with remorse. He couldn't shake the nagging feeling that he could have done more, that he should have been there to protect his ally when it mattered most.

And then there was Garnet, whose death had come as a cruel twist of fate, an avalanche of guilt burying Rhys beneath its crushing weight. Though he knew deep down that he couldn't have prevented the tragedy, the burden of her loss hung heavy around his neck, a constant reminder of the fragility of life in the unforgiving arena.

As the sun dipped lower on the horizon, casting long shadows across the beach, Rhys longed for the end of the Hunger Games with a desperation that bordered on obsession. The ache for home, for the familiar comforts of his District, burned within him like a beacon of hope amidst the darkness. With each passing moment, his resolve to survive and return to the life he once knew grew stronger, a glimmer of light in the darkness that threatened to consume him whole.