esme fosters. eight. fin.

[jj jenkins d7. ✨ zozo.]

esme.
eighteen.
district eight.
wanderer father.
long-lost sister of rowan combe.

pls don't steal her fc thanks!!

[jj jenkins d7. ✨ zozo.]

"She looks like you."

I'm looking up at the image of a dead girl and a stranger about my age gestures towards my face, then hers.

"Not really" I reply, voice dull and uninterested. My heart says otherwise - frantic, panicked.

"She does. Look, the top of her face-"

He puts his hand up to cover her mouth on the screen and I snatch it away from my line of vision. There's a countdown and she's trembling on that podium, poor thing, deer in the headlights. I hold my head high - that makes us different. She's scared. She's so scared and I'm not, but I think I see her curl her fists together like she's ready for a fight.

Doesn't stop her being devoured by a pack of desperate children like wolves in the night.

That evening my mother sits quietly, an unspoken silence between us. 

We can't be, mere coincidence. She's from a different District-

A neighbouring District.

"Your father did pass through here. Told me about his... travels."

And it's like my mother reads my mind. 

"Is-?" Fuck.

She's dead.

"Was she my sister, Mom?"

Mother Foster sighs and stares out the window. Wandering eyes. Wanderer heart.

"She very well could have been."

I stay dead inside.

And she stays dead.

[jj jenkins d7. ✨ zozo.]

cb from party plannin'.

[matt colekay d9a [arx]]

accepted xoxo