lottie bellisario // d2. cbd3. wip

She is broke. She is bruised. She is falling apart at the seems,

But no one but her would have any clue.

She is always perfectly put together, not a flaw in her appearance. Head held high, a smile always plastered across her face, but heavy is the head that wears the crown.

And hers felt like a million pounds.

Love was stolen from them, unfairly whisked away. A boy with so much potential, a boy who should have taken it all, a boy who had it ripped away from his clutches in the last hour. Maybe it was fixed, part of Lottie believed it was, that the Capitol did not want them to succeed, but their parents didn't care. There were no excuses in this family. They were ready to offer up their next victim, one of the oldest she was sure. And even though she was talented, the thought of having the fate of the family on her shoulders terrified her, but she dare not let them see.

At night she would fall apart, tears that stream silently down her cheeks and soak her pillow. Diamonds crack under pressure.

And she was about to reach her limit.