a love letter {rolf-oneshot}
Nov 19, 2016 16:50:32 GMT -5
Post by knuckles on Nov 19, 2016 16:50:32 GMT -5
Rolf Parks Eighteen | Male | District Nine |
Torka,
It's with a very heavy heart that I write I've joined you somewhere in the afterlife, and while our paths may not cross for a long time, I do hope that this letter finds you. I have a lot that I want to say that I didn't say during the games, and I regret not doing so. It's not exactly easy to explain, so I may beat around the bush a bit, but I'll get it out eventually - I promise, and this is a promise that I can keep forever since I have all the time in the world.
See, from the first time I met you in the training center, you helped me. You taught me how to fight, and I'm forever in your debt, and I'll always be in your debt. Leaving you behind was a hard decision, but I had to look for something to help you. I took a lot of time learning about plants, and I was searching for one to cure you, but I heard the cannon, and I ran back. And it was you.
I'm sorry for leaving you behind. I'm sorry I wasn't there when you needed me the most.
And I'm sorry I've waited this long to clear what's been sitting on my chest.
I've admired you from afar, and I wanted to keep you safe. I thought you were like a brother to me, but you're so much more than that. Torka, I think I was falling in love.
Not with the world around me. Not with the games. Not with harming people.
But falling for you.
It's why I stayed up all night the night you were injured. It's why I wanted to help you so bad.
But I was afraid of telling you. I was afraid you would take it the wrong way, and I'm afraid you would attack me for getting too close. Here I am a scrawny teen from district nine buddying up with a brute career. But it's true.
I think I love you.
And about the game, you still won. I only killed a mutt while you had done so much more than that.
I guess you're the winner after all.
I'm going to search the afterlife for you, and maybe one day I'll find you, and maybe on that day, I can tell you face to face.
But until then, I'm going to rest because I'm tired.
Your buddy,
Rolf.
It's with a very heavy heart that I write I've joined you somewhere in the afterlife, and while our paths may not cross for a long time, I do hope that this letter finds you. I have a lot that I want to say that I didn't say during the games, and I regret not doing so. It's not exactly easy to explain, so I may beat around the bush a bit, but I'll get it out eventually - I promise, and this is a promise that I can keep forever since I have all the time in the world.
See, from the first time I met you in the training center, you helped me. You taught me how to fight, and I'm forever in your debt, and I'll always be in your debt. Leaving you behind was a hard decision, but I had to look for something to help you. I took a lot of time learning about plants, and I was searching for one to cure you, but I heard the cannon, and I ran back. And it was you.
I'm sorry for leaving you behind. I'm sorry I wasn't there when you needed me the most.
And I'm sorry I've waited this long to clear what's been sitting on my chest.
I've admired you from afar, and I wanted to keep you safe. I thought you were like a brother to me, but you're so much more than that. Torka, I think I was falling in love.
Not with the world around me. Not with the games. Not with harming people.
But falling for you.
It's why I stayed up all night the night you were injured. It's why I wanted to help you so bad.
But I was afraid of telling you. I was afraid you would take it the wrong way, and I'm afraid you would attack me for getting too close. Here I am a scrawny teen from district nine buddying up with a brute career. But it's true.
I think I love you.
And about the game, you still won. I only killed a mutt while you had done so much more than that.
I guess you're the winner after all.
I'm going to search the afterlife for you, and maybe one day I'll find you, and maybe on that day, I can tell you face to face.
But until then, I'm going to rest because I'm tired.
Your buddy,
Rolf.
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