Nannete Emsworth, District Eleven fin.
Sept 11, 2020 18:59:08 GMT -5
Post by charade on Sept 11, 2020 18:59:08 GMT -5
nanette
emsworth
All that glitters is not gold.
I remember fields of wheat outside and sunrise filtering in between the curtains.
I remember the day my parents chose life. The day that we were rewarded for doing the right thing. When the fires of war burnt out and we sifted through the ashes to find more than what we’d lost.
The horses that plow our fields were built for battle, but they are so easily soothed. A whisper here, a gentle pat there. I give them whatever they need to feel safe. To let them know that this is their home now.
Here. With me.
I remember a boy who smelled of alfalfa hay and sweet feed. He was strong. Stronger than he knew. Strong like the horses, in mind as well as body. I would have wiped the sweat from his brow if he had only asked, held his callused palms in mine. I wouldn’t have let go.
Not for anything.
He was born for greater things. A place in the world he had trouble finding. I want to help him find it. But I bit down on the words before they left my lips, time and time again.
Such sweet things that turned bitter in my stomach. I love him like a flower loves the rain. Loving him is a balm for my heart and a poison for my soul.
I remember loving a boy who will never love me.
I remember these things because they are a world away. A life I no longer have. My parents chose life, but the Capitol has decided to take it from me. I remember these things because in front of me is the entire district, watching as I go to my death. They called my name and I cried.
A moment later, they call his.
And I weep.
For the sun is setting on my life and I have never even lived.
