our love might break me [sabrina oneshot, 90th]
Feb 7, 2022 13:34:00 GMT -5
Post by kap on Feb 7, 2022 13:34:00 GMT -5
❊ SABRINA ELLE ❊
Watching the District Six reaping was an important thing for me this year, because, well, Peter was at risk. Why was that such a big deal? Well, first of all, I loved him. Secondly, I was carrying his child.
Peter and I had connected through that whole 'sweethearts' cross-district thing where people were paired up and sent off on dates with one another. We really hit it off, and one thing lead to another. I ended up pregnant. I was going to be having his son. It was a really crazy thought for me to wrap my head around at first, but I was happy with it nevertheless. I was happy with him, after all.
I was safe after my own reaping: my last reaping. When I got home, I turned on the television to watch the reruns of the other districts' reapings. I sat through the first several Districts without knowing anyone who was picked by fate or by the person reaped. Yeah, this year's twist really stressed me out. I knew plenty of people who could've been reaped and would've chosen me to take their place in a heartbeat. It was a scary thought.
I hoped Peter wasn't in the same situation. I didn't know how much people in his District liked him, or if he had anyone with a grudge against him or something.
Fiorella Russo was the girl whose name was called, and my question was answered. Clearly, this girl did not like Peter, and I could feel my heart beating so hard it felt like it was going to burst through my chest. She'd chosen him. She'd picked him to take her place. He was going to go into the arena, and he might die. The guy I'd fallen in love with: the father of my child. He might die, and there was nothing I could do about it.
I sat back down on the couch (as I'd stood up rather quickly when I heard Peter's name), and put my face in my hands. I cried. I couldn't stop crying. I was sitting on my couch, sobbing as he was probably headed to the Capitol, and I couldn't even say goodbye because I didn't live in his District.
I needed him to come home. I never knew love could hurt so much.
Peter and I had connected through that whole 'sweethearts' cross-district thing where people were paired up and sent off on dates with one another. We really hit it off, and one thing lead to another. I ended up pregnant. I was going to be having his son. It was a really crazy thought for me to wrap my head around at first, but I was happy with it nevertheless. I was happy with him, after all.
I was safe after my own reaping: my last reaping. When I got home, I turned on the television to watch the reruns of the other districts' reapings. I sat through the first several Districts without knowing anyone who was picked by fate or by the person reaped. Yeah, this year's twist really stressed me out. I knew plenty of people who could've been reaped and would've chosen me to take their place in a heartbeat. It was a scary thought.
I hoped Peter wasn't in the same situation. I didn't know how much people in his District liked him, or if he had anyone with a grudge against him or something.
Fiorella Russo was the girl whose name was called, and my question was answered. Clearly, this girl did not like Peter, and I could feel my heart beating so hard it felt like it was going to burst through my chest. She'd chosen him. She'd picked him to take her place. He was going to go into the arena, and he might die. The guy I'd fallen in love with: the father of my child. He might die, and there was nothing I could do about it.
I sat back down on the couch (as I'd stood up rather quickly when I heard Peter's name), and put my face in my hands. I cried. I couldn't stop crying. I was sitting on my couch, sobbing as he was probably headed to the Capitol, and I couldn't even say goodbye because I didn't live in his District.
I needed him to come home. I never knew love could hurt so much.
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