i will whisper | raisa&carter

It's empty, just like his heart. There's nothing more than a hole in his chest that can't be filled, no matter how hard Jack tries to. They lost something much more than Mitchell Laws, but the hope that they could live a happy life. They were alone and broken with the tears and blood of Mitchell Laws in their minds. He's alone. In the town square, he's trying to avoid Jack. His brother who was being way too nosy and getting into his business. That's how he founds himself in the square on a bench next to a stranger.

"Hello," Caution upon her lips as he watches her carefully. There's a moment where he can feel his heart beat screaming at him in sorrow. He's collapsing from inside out, but he's put on a facade of being fine. He wasn't. He would never be. There's a stone grave that still holds a piece of a himself there, but can never be taken back. "You okay?"

No.

He wasn't.

"I'm Raisa Mortuus. What's your story?"

Mortuus rings like the sound of his heart. Mitchell and Hyacinth, the two tributes that District Twelve wanted to come home. Neither did. That's why he lets himself break for a second. Let's someone else in his head for a second. He knows that she'll be like Hyacinth was to Mitchell. Someone to hold onto for a bit.

"I'm Carter Laws. We share similar stories. A lost loved one who was taken too soon. I miss him so much. I just, I just wish I could feel something else other than sorrow and grief."