brothers in arms | teddy & flynn [83rd]

”We need to talk...again.”

One time I used to blame Teddy, even questioned the stone-cold looks and lack of visible emotion from the weathered victor. Now I know exactly why. Gone are the days when I would want to use him as a punching bag. Now he is just a pillow that I soak with my tears.

It does all seem so unbalanced though, I cannot wish hurt on other’s that is not fair but why is it always me? Why did I get so attached to Robin in my first year? Why did my friend decide to volunteer? Why did she die in the bloodbath? Why did they take my cousin? Now why are they taking Johnny? The one I lo-...

When has Teddy ever had to deal with this?

There have been no Ursas. Even that relic of a koala bear that followed him out of the arena is still kicking about, that thing is probably just as old as I am. It is not fair, why always Flynn Garner?

Both tributes are out of the apartment, it is a rare and soul breaking moment where I do not have my eyes on Johnny. It is just Teddy and I in here, the escort seems to spend less and less time with us. Since well. I stained their dress. I know they are so desperate to pass District Six to another escort, it as if we are still contagious. The tainted District that leaves behind a dirty stain.

We are both stood in the kitchen, I pour us two glasses of lemonade that an avox leaves behind before vanishing like they always do. A jug filled with sliced lemons; the beverage smells so sour but the large ice cubes look so refreshing. Maybe Teddy will not mind if I just down the whole thing. I hand Teddy a glass and just lean against the kitchen counter, ready to pour out a glass of my own emotions.

”They are punishing me Teddy and I don’t know what I have done wrong.” A whole series of unfortunate events seem to have followed my victoy, terrorist bombings and a whole Panem-wide plague. Is it really a coincidence that I was at the event that really set off all the devastation that we have had to endure for the past year?”And now they are taking Johnny and I can’t. I just, he is my boy-. I can’t lose him Teddy! Please help me!” Real tremors and fountains of tears, i hope the pounding against Teddy’s forearms with my fists does not hurt him as I beg the elder victor for something that he can’t give me. ”I can’t keep doing this.” My voice breaks and those last words feel like a broken repeating record.

I can’t keep facing this every other year.

Rave