Flashbacks. // drevilsin - blitz

Benit was having a blast. Not only was he all refreshed from his afternoon nap, but he had also gotten a perfect score on his exam in school the previous day. His teachers always told his parents how marvelous of a student he was. He felt like his life was perfect. He had a job lined up for him as a goldsmith, one he would take on when he graduated from school in four years. His two younger twin siblings were turning 12 soon, which meant they’d start their training for the games, which he could tell they were excited for, as was he. Benit would be the one training them when they were home together. He felt like he was at the top of his game. Nothing could’ve fazed Benit as he walked down the street in his usual attire, t-shirt loose around his large frame and pants tight on his lower half. The sun was shining, birds were singing, and Benit only thought one thing, “Could this day get any better?”