loving memories.— [lottie/peter]
Feb 14, 2022 3:15:12 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2022 3:15:12 GMT -5
P E T E R W E B S T E R - V Ă D U V A
Flynn was right about one thing.
I needed to come home, that was my top priority. In the grand scheme of things, nothing else mattered. In each sunrise I've seen from the windows of the Training Center, I saw a crown in the golden sky. My crown. A crown that 89 people had worn before me, the thing that turned kids from the districts immortal. The thing that would take me home, the thing that would allow me to live. The thing I'd have to kill for.
That was the hardest part - coming to terms with the fact I'd have to kill.
It was especially hard whenever I saw people who had lost family in the Hunger Games before. Now when I looked at Lottie Bellisario in the Training Center, I could only think of one thing. Gabriel back in the Justice Building. Him hugging me as tight as he could, shaking almost. He tried his hardest not to cry as he told me he didn't want me to go. Was that her last year? If she had any living siblings was that them now? Unlikely. But, Gabriel refused to go away. I thought if maybe if I talked to her, Gabriel would leave.
I knew what it was, it was the guilt. I felt guilty about the idea killing her. I remember how broken up Nina seemed about Aurora's death. How broken Teddy was even now. I wanted to make people happy, to help them. Maybe if I checked on her, helped her with her brother's death, I'd feel less guilty about having to kill her. Or at least I could lie to myself about it easier.
I went over to her and gave her a soft smile, "Hey Lottie, right? Mind going for a walk with me through the center and talking a bit? It's a little crowded in here and I've been wanting to get to know you better."
Love Bellisario didn't seem like the friendliest guy, but maybe she'd go for it. Talking about hard stuff was even harder with an audience or in a louder room. I'm sure we could find somewhere quiet, somewhere with just the two of us (and probably some Peacekeepers) before I got into the heavy shit. Maybe bonding with people wasn't my smartest move. Maybe having a heart wasn't my smartest move either. But Teddy was kind even in his Games, and he's still alive.
I wanted to win to preserve what was important to me. To preserve the love within my family. To preserve a happy life for my future son, for Luca. To preserve everything I've built up and worked towards. I've worked so hard towards a career as a teacher. I've worked to be kind, and to help people even when others have not been kind to me. I've worked to be optimistic even when it gets hard. I couldn't lose all of that.
If these games destroy everything I am at my core, does it really matter if I win?
If I became a monster, would my family look at me the same? Would I be able to love Luca as much as I do now? Would I even care to visit Four after he was born? What if I killed myself so much I didn't even want to teach anymore? I still needed to retain my humanity. If I didn't, all of the pain and suffering I was sure to endure would be for nothing. Even if I died, I wanted to die being myself. And myself was someone who cared about others.
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