Who I Am ~Katelyn one-shot.~
Sept 4, 2019 15:22:54 GMT -5
Post by charade on Sept 4, 2019 15:22:54 GMT -5
KATELYN PERSIMMON
Life had its ups and downs.
Katelyn Persimmon was no stranger to that.
She leaned on the counter of her bakery and thought about the events of the past year. She’d never expected to bring home another tribute. Never thought she’d have another neighbor in the victor village. Kassandra was a newer, younger victor that reminded her so much of herself.
Book ends, she mused. Her story ended the same way that it had begun. It was no longer time for her to make waves, it was time to go with the flow. It was time for Kassandra to walk the road that she had walked more than a decade ago.
She hoped that the girl wouldn’t lose her footing.
The door jingled, and a deliveryman entered. Allen. He came twice a week with packages of flour. He had a crush on her too. He’d asked her out for coffee a couple times, but she’d always declined because she was too busy.
“Hello, Ms. Persimmon, last delivery for the day…”
For as long as she could remember, she’d tried to help other people along. It was rare that she did so for herself. There were so many things that she was caught up in that it was hard to know where she stood. She’d been looking for heroes so long she never saw that she could rescue herself.
Kirito and Harbinger had families of their own. They were her brothers. Always would be. But her absence in the Capitol had proven that she wasn’t necessary for their well-being. She could not make peoples choices for them. He kept talking, but she only caught the last of it.
The question he always ended with.
“Could I buy you a cup of coffee today?” he asked, rubbing the back of his neck. Katelyn smiled softly. “I could close up right now, I set the hours after all.” His face brightened considerably. There was some shock there, but joy as well. She grabbed her purse and headed for the door. He was already holding it open. He had a farmer’s tan, she noticed as she passed him. Good.
The problem with focusing on the bad is that it often prevents you from seeing what’s right in front you.
Happiness is what you make of it.
It took Katelyn a long time to see that.
She inserted the key and locked the bakery behind her with a click. Allen held out the crook of his arm and she obligingly held onto it, casting a brief glance behind her at the building. For the first time in many years, she could feel actual joy tugging at her heartstrings. All the scars of the past were just that.
Scars.
And there were so many that had helped them heal.
A mayor with kind eyes and an unparalleled love for his home. A little fireball who was looking to go above and beyond the things that Katelyn had done in the past. A dark skinned boy who had lost an arm and a leg in the arena, but one day would find himself. Her brothers, her confidants, her oldest friends.
A young widow from district one who smelled like strawberries, and a man from twelve with the weight of the world on his shoulders. And of course, a gruff, sad-eyed cowboy with a love of cake.
Countless others. They flitted through her mind, the little rays of sunshine that had pierced the dark cloud hanging over her life for so many years. The skies were clear now, and her heart was full. Katelyn waved to some passerby and took a deep breath, inhaling everything that made her district home. Peaches and wheat. Freshly baked bread. The birds were warbling.
She turned to the man next to her and smiled. She'd never given him a proper introduction, even though he knew who she was.
"So,"she said. "My name is Katelyn Persimmon. It's very nice to meet you."
The future was ahead of her and it had never felt so bright.
She was free.
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