I will love you [u n c o n d i t i o n a l l y] //: Marree

[Parks]

Say something I'm giving up on you I'll be the one If you want me to Anywhere I would have followed you Say something I'm giving up on you

His eyes scanned the horizon, the sun setting on the district as the last shimmers of light glistened from the fading snow all around. Winter had come and gone, and the people of District Two were going back to their usual affairs that may have been tarnished due to the cold in the recent months. Ashton stood atop of a cliff that lay in the outskirts of the district. In the distance, you could see the various people as they close their shops, getting ready to return home to their families. Ashton didn’t have a family. Well, he did, but he wouldn’t soon. After a long, hard, internal debate, Ashton thought it was in his best interest to join the peacekeepers. After a few hard handful of weeks of training, Ashton would pack his bags and leave District Two. Forever. Ashton let out a sigh. He has yet to tell anyone, and he feared they would not take it well. His mind lingered on, though he had already sorted out the kinks of his peacekeeper status. His only fear was being sent to one of the lower districts. I mean, sure, it had good pay, but he would be stuck living in the slobs of some unwanted districts. Maybe if he was lucky, he would be relocated to the Capitol. Maybe. It was peaceful on the cliff. Recently, it was where Ashton went when he wanted some alone time to think. The leaves bristled past him, the coyotes howled off in the distance, and most importantly, his father wasn’t here to scold him on what he did wrong. Becoming a peacekeeper would actually be rather easy for Ashton, or so he thought. His career training would certainly pay off, and he would be able to graduate from the academy rather quickly if he played his cards right. “Kyanite,” he breathed aloud. He could already hear her approaching him. Her steps were light and delicate, and Ashton felt his heart skip a few beats. It was eccentric. Exciting. Amazing. He missed her, that much was clear. Even if that may have been so, he didn’t need to say anything else. They understood each other more than they realized, or at least Ashton seemed to think that. I love you, but I’m leaving you. Two things Kyanite didn’t know, wrapped up into one sentence that he so desperately wanted to blurt out. It was a shame she didn't love him back. “It’s been awhile.”

district two | 18 | male 
Ashton Reese

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The past couple of months have been nothing but sparring lessons, pregames, hospital visits and drama at home. There's been little time for friends and what time I did have, was always short lived with my father breathing down my neck. It had been so rare to even hear from AShton as of late, so I figured that he'd forgotten about me. No. There was a rare occurance when I had been informed to meet with him. He had mentioned very vaguely about the cliffs and I got up and dressed early, careful to miss the brace that decorates my entire left arm from that underground fight just two weeks ago.

Why all of a sudden does he want to meet? Last I knew, we sparred and he hit me in front of everyone at the gym that day. A few days later he wanted to apologize then totally disappeared from me. Since then, so much has happened. What could he want from me now? What's going on with him?

The walk was definately nice. The air so clean up here near the cliffs that I take in a sweet breath of a pine somewhere off in the distance. I keep my right arm over my left, acting as a protector to keep it from moving too much. Pain is my benefactor keeping me from doing something I shouldn't. Grounding me even. I'm more aware now and that's mainly because of Matthew. Though, Ashton has suddenly come about again. What we used to have? Was it ever there to begin with or was it always just going to be friends? Time has been the antagonist.

"It's been awhile."He says in that low voice as I see him sitting on the grass. I grace him with a smile and wonder what he thinks of my appearance since it's been so long. The pregames has tarnished my face with a scar on my cheek, although I do my best to hide it with my hair pulled to one side.

"It has been. What are you doing up here, Mr. Reese?" I question him and follow suit and sit, but not that close to him. I tease him by his last name like I used to, though there's something different about the way he's looking at me. Bad news?


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