Shatter Me [Yoya]
Dec 22, 2016 12:46:44 GMT -5
Post by kap on Dec 22, 2016 12:46:44 GMT -5
The image of her brother's broken body, whether it be him crumpled on the ground in the terrible arena he was killed in, or laid neatly in a casket at his funeral, would never leave her mind. Joule couldn't forget about Bolts's death, whether she had wanted to or not. She'd always been closer with him than anyone else. They did so many things together, and he had known her better than anybody in her group of friends had, and better than anyone else in her family had. He'd always been there for her, and promised her that she'd be okay. She was told that she'd never get hurt... but he never made any promises about his own safety.
Having spoken at her brother's funeral, and bursting into tears as the rest of her family did the same, Joule was having a hard time knowing what to do. Out of instinct, when she couldn't take it any more, she ran off towards the District Square. She'd told her eldest sister, Cordelia, that she'd be back. Joule knew she had to keep that promise to her sister, even if, in reality, she didn't want to go home after what happened. Going home without Bolts being there would only shove that thought of him never coming back right into her mind again. Then again, it wasn't like that thought would ever leave. She hoped that there was somewhere nice his soul would go after death. Was he able to look down on her, watching her life without him? She wondered if that was possible. She hoped he was able to know how much she missed him.
Bolts never would have wanted Joule to run off, though. He would have wanted her to go home where there was no doubt that she would be safe and sound. When he was in the Justice Building, after being picked at the reaping for the Seventy-Fourth Hunger Games, he told her not to run away, and she had listened. The entire time he was in the Games, she didn't run away. Now, though, it felt different. She didn't feel as if she had anyone she had to impress or be good for, now. Bolts was like her father figure, ever since her actual father had passed away, and he was the one that she really seemed to respond to. She listened to his authority, and never disobeyed him. Now that he was gone, though, she didn't know what to do. Joule respected her mother, yes, but it wasn't the same. Mrs. Spark was always so busy with the other children.
Eventually, when Joule had reached the center of the District Square, it started to rain. The rain was coming down hard, almost immediately, but being so upset, the girl didn't even try to take shelter from it. Her black funeral dress soaking wet, she sat down on a bench that was on the sidewalk, putting her head in her hands. She was still crying as she had been when she was at the funeral. The girl sat there as the rain still poured, not caring to move until she heard a kind voice speaking to her.
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Having spoken at her brother's funeral, and bursting into tears as the rest of her family did the same, Joule was having a hard time knowing what to do. Out of instinct, when she couldn't take it any more, she ran off towards the District Square. She'd told her eldest sister, Cordelia, that she'd be back. Joule knew she had to keep that promise to her sister, even if, in reality, she didn't want to go home after what happened. Going home without Bolts being there would only shove that thought of him never coming back right into her mind again. Then again, it wasn't like that thought would ever leave. She hoped that there was somewhere nice his soul would go after death. Was he able to look down on her, watching her life without him? She wondered if that was possible. She hoped he was able to know how much she missed him.
Bolts never would have wanted Joule to run off, though. He would have wanted her to go home where there was no doubt that she would be safe and sound. When he was in the Justice Building, after being picked at the reaping for the Seventy-Fourth Hunger Games, he told her not to run away, and she had listened. The entire time he was in the Games, she didn't run away. Now, though, it felt different. She didn't feel as if she had anyone she had to impress or be good for, now. Bolts was like her father figure, ever since her actual father had passed away, and he was the one that she really seemed to respond to. She listened to his authority, and never disobeyed him. Now that he was gone, though, she didn't know what to do. Joule respected her mother, yes, but it wasn't the same. Mrs. Spark was always so busy with the other children.
Eventually, when Joule had reached the center of the District Square, it started to rain. The rain was coming down hard, almost immediately, but being so upset, the girl didn't even try to take shelter from it. Her black funeral dress soaking wet, she sat down on a bench that was on the sidewalk, putting her head in her hands. She was still crying as she had been when she was at the funeral. The girl sat there as the rain still poured, not caring to move until she heard a kind voice speaking to her.
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JOULE SPARK
