Little Talks // Mattio

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abrielle woke with a scream on her lips and her fists clutching at the fabric of the bed sheets; sweat dabbled her forehead. She rarely had nightmares, rarely. Not since she were small and could barely form coherent sentances. Yet, the first night she had fallen asleep in a strange bed far from home, she had dreamnt of the reaping and her sister being snatched away from her once again. She'd been in my reach she thought, the image of Brienne being swallowed by darkness replaying over in her mind. 

Her body doubled, curling up as she sat in the bed, shaking violently as the hairs on her arms stood at attention. I'm not cold she thought to herself, despite her shivering. In fact, she was neither hot or cold. A gentle in between where she felt as if she'd just sat in tempered bath water; still her hairs on her arms prickled and sweat dribbled down her forehead. Her breaths were warm, slick with heat like that on a summer day; each breath made her feel a tad bit sicker.

She inhaled, brushed the back of her hands against her cheeks as freshly formed tears had begun to fall. She had cried a lot over the past few hours, but always when people were not looking. When the boys were messing around at dinner, when she was in the shower, while she were in the elevator alone. Gabrielle missed her sister, she'd missed her home but there was nothing she could do now. She took a deep breath as she tried to reign in the tears again. 

She inhaled, and then climbed out of bed. 

The floor was cold against her bare feet as she padded through the empty, dark, apartment. In the darkness of the living room, a large sunken area which overlooked the Capitol through a wall length window, she could of sworn she'd seen someone moving about. The girl paused, wrapping her arms around herself as she peered into the darkness.

"Geo?? Wyatt?? Is that you?"