tell me why {Cyro/Arabella}
Jun 3, 2020 4:04:07 GMT -5
Post by k!ah on Jun 3, 2020 4:04:07 GMT -5
a r a b e l l a .
If I hold onto the memories and use them to guide me
Will you be right here beside me
Everything I know is behind me
I'm starting a new life
I just don't want to say goodbye
Arabella couldn't sleep. Her mind was still buzzing from the days events. Her conversation with Katelyn, combined with the copious amounts of sugar, had her wandering around the sleeping quarters for her district. The apartment was quiet, the sun had long gone down and all she could hear was the gentle hummers' of electricity. It was an unfamiliar sound for her. She was used to hearing the sounds of the wilderness, the wind as it howl past her house, dancing between the trees. Or the gentle chatter of her parents as they whispered goodnight to each other, before getting caught up in a conversation that would end with them laughing, then shushing themselves as they feared they might disturb their sleeping daughter. She might not hear that again.
Shaking her head she moves deeper into the apartment, her feet carrying her to one of the room length windows. She had never seen anything like it. When she imagined the capitol, she had imagined it to be grand. To leave a real lasting impression, but once arriving she had realised that she had dreamed to small. She had never imagined to see building so tall that she had to tip her head all the way back in an attempt to see the top. Or that the streets would be so colourful, so lively. Filled with music, dancing and entertainment.
Maybe in another life time she could have been apart of it. Maybe she would have been one of the people who danced around the streets, a voice that should have belonged to an angel, blessing the audience around her.
Maybe in another time where the Districts didn't exist.
Maybe in another reality where The Hunger Games, were simply a reality completion about people who stuffed their faces with such delicacys that the Capitol offers. She would watch that something like that, Arabella decided. She would have volunteered for something like that.
Volunteered.
Cyro had volunteered.
But he hadn't volunteered for an eating competition. No, he had volunteered for death.
"Daddy! Daddy!"
The image of the struggling boy flashes in her mind. Of the tears that streaked his cheeks. Of the pain on Cyro's face. The child was his. Arabella was sure of that. Anger beings to pulse through her, as she tried to understand why he would do such a thing, why he would abandon his child. Was he after glory? Was that it? Did he want to bring home the crown? Did he simply not care for him? No. He cared. His heart broke as he walked away from the child. She had seen enough people walk away from their children to be able to tell the different. To see the tell tales. She could see that he loved the kid.
So why?
A frustrated growl escapes her lips as she whirls around, her eyes narrowing in on the door that had his name so elegantly printed on it. Cyro Krane. She needed to know why. She needed to understand why. She would have given anything to have known her parents. She would have given anything to have known that they loved her. To have remembered what they looked like. What they smelled like. Did they have her smile? Did she have her mother eyes? Her fathers nose? She didn't know. She would never know. And there was a very high chance that the child he left behind would have the same questions. He would forever have that hole in it were his father should have been. Watching him grow into a young man. Then an old man. Watching him fall in love, get married, have kids.
But he had volunteered.
He had volunteered to punch that hole in that kids heart himself.
She doesn't even knock before she flings the door open. She doesn't even realise that tears had begin too well in her eyes, "How could you?!" She yells, angry tears spilling down her cheeks.