It's Feeling a lot like Grimsmas!

"Red is more of your color."

The nightmares haunt him, the images of death coming crashing down into him, his throat slit as blood chokes him to death. This was the dream he's had every night since the games have ended. The dream was always followed with other images. Ansgar's holy word spitting at him like poison. Sacha's dead eyes staring at him. Mordecai's marks upon his skin from the atrocities in life before. Myara Lowe's last look as Jenoah took her life. He can see his death in every scene. The fire burning upon Ansgar's blades as they char Mitchell to a crisp. Sacha being faster than Mitchell, stabbing him in the chest, until he falls in front of Hyacinth. Bolts and Mordecai cutting Mitchell's eyes out. Samira's weapon cutting him apart. The nightmares continue like they always do. Leaving him more hollow that the eyes of Asha Lumiere.

The room was dark, plastered with memories of the games. Cards covered in blood hides within his drawer by the nightstand, all except the Queen of Hearts. Hyacinth Mortuus. The name burned like when Desimae told him that she had ended her life. His heart had sunk that day, but they still ended up safe. Calming words of not wanting to kill one another. Mitchell's angry screams and yelling of hatred towards Desi, but how could he hate her. She had done what she had to. He had done what he had to. The agreeance of not killing one another went on, until Capricious King became bored of the silence. The gamemakers tried to force Desimae and himself to fight, but they were stubborn, more stubborn that the trio of gamemakers. Decisions happened and soon enough they were taken out as a duo victorship. First ever to have made it out.

As soon as they had gotten out, news broke of the rebellious Gamemakers. Capricious King took it with honor as she smiled to him. Creepy in every movement at the dinner that they had gotten stuck in. Arbor had told Mitchell that the stunt wasn't smart. The words echoing in his head of what his stylist had told him after the disapproval. "Snow will eat you alive, Mitchell." His heart wanted him to tell scream at the stylist, but inside he knew, that he had screwed over something. Mitchell stuck close to her, Desimae, as she grew into a victor that could be loved. He wanted to be strong like her. He wanted to not see the dead eyes everytime he gets up. It never happened.

The train's dim lights and soft swaying of the train makes Mitchell's heart ache as he remembers the stormy day that shook him apart. The rain that touched his face as he watched Mordecai Wu fall. Her room wasn't close enough. Too far away and he couldn't handle running into anyone else on the way. Arbor was somewhere else. Kirito, Katelyn, and Harbinger in some other room. As they had praised Mitchell for the mercy on Desimae's soul, but he would have lost anyways. Strength ran through her veins, unlike his own. They called him a coward for not striking. The capitolites didn't like Mitchell. He was a coward for not striking.

The room lights up softly as he enters. Her whispers in the dark sends tears to his eyes again and again. "Mitchell?" Silence as he watches her. The short hair made her look just as fiery as she always was. Everything about her was safe, normal, and a place that he could hide within. Desimae had been happy to see him in the finale. She was overjoyed, but conflicted, just like he had been. The bond they shared was stronger than he could even know. A sister from another district. The sister that he never got. They were in the same situation. Together. A silent breath of air flows into his lungs as he speaks softly.

"D-Desi."

Her eyes captivate him as she looks at him. Mitchell was broken. Heart shattered like it had been the first time Carter told him he hated him, only for something dumb. His heart was fixable then, but now he's seen and caused so much death. Ansgar and Sacha. They would be rolling in their graves at the sight of both Desi and him alive. The silence wavered for a second with a hum escaping his lips, but her eyes only stared, until she moved. Quietly and friendly. Hand patting softly on the bed. The words that fall from her lips echoing once more.

"Nightmares?"

All she needed was a nod. A hum falls from her lips as he lays next to her. His heart beats with sorrows and memories of the dead. Desimae looks so broken too. He can see it in her eyes. Asha's death took it's toll on her. He knew that. If only it could have been himself instead of Asha, then maybe she wouldn't look so broken. Desimae was strong and a powerful woman who could tear him apart metaphorically and literally, but she allowed him to live. She was the reason he was alive. She was the reason they both had each other. She was the reason that they survived the murderous games. His heart beats as he stares at her. The fiery personality gone, left with a broken girl, but they were the same. Strong and broken. Together they would make it through the life of hell that they had been sucked into.

"Yeah. I wish it would have been me Desi."

Mitchell knows that she can tell what he was thinking. Asha Lumiere should be in a bed with Desimae Warble, not Mitchell. It should have been Asha. She ignores his words, turning over to face him. Tears in her eyes, but only for Mitchell. Asha was gone. He couldn't replace Asha. He knew that and he didn't want to. They would lean on each other for support. His arms pull her into his chest as she sobs away. The sorrows were always deep within them. The chains that dragged them back to the rocky hell that their arena was. They would remember until their deaths. Then they would be reunited, like the fake god Ansgar prayed to destined them to. Asha, Jenoah, Desimae, and Mitchell. Together for eternity.