At Long Last [Dee]

At Long Last [Dee] Jan 25, 2017 22:18:17 GMT -5

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Post by Noah Vau - D2 (Cato) on Jan 25, 2017 22:18:17 GMT -5

Harbinger Rhodes
Twenty One| Male | District Eleven

I can finally rest. At least that's what I told myself as I open my eyes into the afterlife. There's so many people I want to see. My parents, my brothers, Chloe. In the games she was my friend, and she didn't deserve to die by my hand. She didn't deserve to die at all, but it had to happen for me to live. Life was hard, yet I lived it to the best of my ability. But here in the afterlife, I don't have to worry anymore. It's all happiness, and pure joy. No hardships nothing. All my dreams can come true. So many came true in first life, but this is my second life. I've left behind so many people, and I know they're going to miss me, but I have to stay happy for myself. They'd want me to have happiness just like I want them to have happiness. I can't even think of my daughter right now. I just hope I raised her right, and that she knows how to live. I hope Navya is okay, and that she doesn't miss me too much. She's always in my heart, and I hope I'm always in her's.

But as I look around, I don't even know where to begin. The grass is perfect. The sky is perfect. The entire world seems so much different. I wish that I could've came here much sooner, but I would've missed out on the life I had. It wasn't the perfect life, but it was my life. I have a leg now, and it's not just some piece of metal holding me up. This is all natural, and for that I am grateful. But while I'm here, I want to find my friend. I know I'll find my brothers eventually, yet Chloe, I want to see her again. To talk to her. To apologize unless it's too late to apologize. I expect the grass to crunch, but it doesn't. It's alive unlike the dead grass planted throughout the majority of district eleven. I never knew any different though.

I turn in every direction, not sure of where to start, so I do all I can think of. "Chloe!" I shout her name hoping she's somewhere near. I hope my friend is waiting, and I hope she'll be happy to see me. I just wish I knew what to do. I don't want to relive the night over and over where I struck her down. It's not worth my time anymore because this is paradise. It's happiness. It's everything. Maybe I'm finally free of the memories I once held onto. But how can I remember Chloe if all the memories are gone? I shake my head for a moment trying to take it all in while running forward for the first time since that dreadful day in the games. "Chloe!" I call out her name again, and I hope she's close because I really want her to hear. I want to find her, and I hope she wants to find me.

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At Long Last [Dee] Jan 26, 2017 1:09:12 GMT -5

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Post by ᕙʕ•ᴥ•ʔᕗ on Jan 26, 2017 1:09:12 GMT -5

I had promised to myself that I would wait him, even if it took however many years for him to die of old age. I would watch new generations of tributes—was that a Rhodes?—and although I had talked to a few, I never stopped waiting. With the constant flow of new people, I had lost count after the second or third year, unsure if it was days or months that sped past me. All that mattered was the promised I had made, the chance to finally tell him how sorry I was for striking him.

But it really was a beautiful place. Everything around me was beautiful, but what made it perfect was the calming effect it had on my soul. No longer did I have panic attacks; no longer was I haunted by my mother. Perhaps I should have sought after her during my time waiting but I was scared, scared of missing him when his time came and scared of facing the truth. Little did I know how soon one of those would come to me, perhaps the one I preferred to confront first.

There was no wind and yet a voice seemed to carry in the air until it reached me. How odd. It sounds like my name? A part of me, in the very back of my mind, knew how ridiculous it was to try to follow the voice when really it could have come from any direction, yet my feet knew something I did not as I started running. A male voice—but who would try to look for me? The next shout sounded closer and the voice started to sound a little familiar. In my days alone, I had always imagined that I would approach the situation with hesitation, but my feet flew faster than ever as my brain registered who it was and what it meant.

And there he stood on the sea of green, turning every which way as if he was searching for something, searching for me. It was his voice that I heard, his shout that drew me toward him. My feet slowed but my enthusiasm only rose as I saw him again, my friend. It didn’t matter that the last time I had seen him, we had been fighting each other to death; all that matter was that I was reunited with him. It didn’t take long for me to reach him as I threw my arms around him and held him for what felt like a whole era.

When I broke from our embrace, it was then that I noticed how young he was. His features had changed as they typically did with maturity but there is definitely something different, but he was not as old as I had hoped. He didn’t even look middle aged. My heart dropped as I realized that I was reuniting with my friend after only so few years, taken away from his earth home prematurely. But he was also here and there was so much to catch up on.

“Harb… I didn’t think I was going to see you for years,” I said slowly, trying to remember my voice. But my sadness was replaced with joy and a smile as I grabbed his hand. “You have to tell me about everything. What happened after the Games? Did you get married? Do you have children?” And there were so many more questions I wanted to ask. My one solace was that now, we had eternity.

Table credit to Anzie