but there was more hurt [Shy/Oliver]

"I fell to the bottom of the ocean"

Work. I was used to it when it was all just in District Eight- the place I called home. Now, I did all of this travel with my work, and it felt strange. I visited new places in other Districts and met new people while I was there. There were even times where I would encounter old friends. I'd met up with Carmen and Faux in District Eleven by accident. I had intentionally located Fiona during my visit to Nine.

Now, I was in District Two, and deep down, I was scared of who or what I may encounter. Seeing Eon wouldn't effect me much, as we'd never spoken in the arena. Sure, he went through many of the same things that I did, having to fight in the Games, but we didn't know each other. Shy, however... Shy was like an enemy to me. He'd taken out my friend in the arena. He'd 'killed' Faux, and despite the fact that Faux survived in the end, I still felt rage toward him.

I even felt a bit angry at Carmen and Fiona for teaming up with Shy in the end of it all, but I couldn't hate them. Shy I could hate, however. In my mind, he deserved it, in a way. He didn't deserve to feel pain. No, not like what I'd said to Denali. Denali didn't deserve to feel pain, and I shouldn't have said those words to her. No one I've ever met personally deserves to feel pain, in my opinion. (Then again, I haven't met President Snow.) Shy, however, did deserve to feel the hatred that I felt toward him.

It wasn't like I was going to seek out Shy when I was in District Two, but it was likely that I'd encounter him nonetheless.

Most of the first day that I was in Two was rather dull. I spent it working. Working as a cobbler, I was fixing and selling shoes all around the District. My second day there, I set up a booth in the market in Two's District Square, along with my brother, Reggie, who'd come along with me on this venture to District Two. We sat there for a quite a while, selling shoes, which is what we were meant to do while we were there in Two. It was what our work permit was for, after all.

Eventually, it came time that Reggie said I should take a break. He would look after our booth as I wandered around the market, found myself some food, and perhaps socialized a bit. Using my crutch to make my way around the market, I walked with a limp, looking around at what they had to offer in the different shops and street booths. I wasn't paying too much attention to where I was walking, however, and nearly collided with someone as I was walking. I narrowly avoided them and gave a quick apology.

"Sorry," I said. Then, a moment later, I realized who I'd nearly run into, and turned around as quickly as I could, even with my bad leg. It was Shy Aubergine, the exact person that I hadn't want to run into when coming here. As soon as I saw him and realized who he was, though, I didn't try to get away from the situation like I thought I would have when thinking about this as a potential encounter. No, now I wanted to speak to him. I had some things to tell him, and it was quite important to me that he knew what was on my mind.

"You," I hissed. "Shy Aubergine, you rotten, foul bastard!" My voice was raised at this point, and it had caught the attention of some of the people around me. My hand that wasn't on my crutch curled into an angry fist.

I was far from happy to see him.
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"I dove in after my pride"