Mina Writes

caleb, who continues to watch the games closely at every waking minute, utterly unmoving from his spot. it’s as if he took his eyes off you, you would die. he grieves with you, when you are forced to take the life of an ally—but a part of him is relieved, you’re one person closer to victory. 

but the path to victory is no easy road. you’re down to the final four—but you’re no extraordinary person, only having made it this far out of sheer luck, and you know you cannot beat any of the remaining three tributes in a fight. caleb thinks, you’re going to need a miracle. 

you have only your brains to work with—so you pull a stunt. you take the gamble, and luck just happened to be on your side. you’ve definitely pissed off the capitol though, made them look like fools on live television. they had always craved a bloodied showdown, to showcase the true animalistic nature of the districts. but in that moment you didn’t care, except that you would be going home. 

caleb, who finally lets go of the breath he had been holding, when they announce you the victor of the hunger games. 

caleb, who is the first person to greet you the moment you step off the train back in your district. there’s no words left that needed to be spoken—you had kissed him right then and there. because everything you had done, was to get back to him. 

but you are not able to celebrate for long. the fires of rebellion have been on the rise for the past years, and you’ve all but fanned the flames in your defiant little stunt. 

caleb, whose very life is threatened, when the president pays you a visit—to fix what you have started. for the sake of the nation, and all the lives you value. you would not be quick to forget who truly holds all the power in this world. 

caleb, who suggests running away with you. somewhere safe, where not a single soul could touch you. he paints a picture of a life found in fairytales and you can only laugh hopelessly—for such a place does not exist in this world. nowhere is safe from the capitol’s grasp, and you would forever have a target upon your back. 

because when war descends, you stand with everything to lose. you are yet a lucky survivor again, in the bombed remains of your district, but it is only the beginning of the atrocities the capitol will commit—to destroy you, and everyone else among this rebellion. 

they take caleb, pull his dying body from the wreckage before you can, leaving you with nothing but the necklace you had given to him all those years ago. and they’ll kill him over and over, until all you have left is only a memory of him. 

you see his face on the grainy television screen back at the base, amongst the war propaganda spread by the capitol. you want to be relieved that he’s alive, but something’s changed. the eyes that stare at you through the screen are so empty, like an abyss that threatens to swallow you whole. 

but caleb, who despite everything, holds out for you. his torturers continue to chip away at what remains of his memory and sanity—he’s long forgotten his own birthday, the feeling of the sun against his skin, but he hasn’t forgotten you. not ever. they wouldn’t take you from him again. he makes you his sole fixation.