More Stories To Save Lives

This is my contribution to the @mores2sl collection 2018, which you can still donate to! :) Especially since two more stories have been added! 

As always I’m grateful for being able to take part and read the amazing stories, to be continued fics - @alliswell21 I’m looking at you and waiting patiently, or at least trying too - and drabbles that other authors have contributed as well as the lovely drawings. 

Quick warning, the sneak peek features blood/an injury.

Words - over 16,000.

Chapters: 11

Summary: Peeta grew up yearning the intelligent & beautiful Lady next door. Yet she left without a word. During a night alone he pours out his frustrations the only way he can-through words & drawings. When a Lady overlooks was a hurt-fuelled love letter to every young man that had been ignored by a woman of society. Years later he journeys back to his home town only to be delayed due to extreme weather. And he’s stuck with the one woman he no longer desires. The only problem - she’s finally noticed him.

Sneak peak:

“Your hand" she says shakily.

“Huh?”, I glance down to see my arm drenched in blood. Broken shards of glass scatter that floor and I think there’s a few pieces stuck in my flesh. It must be from when I tried to grab her.

A sharp ripping sound, echo’s in the silence. She tugs my hand down and wraps a piece of her cotton dress around the wound. Her hand shakes the whole time as she executes a poor excuse for a knot.

“Ho-hopefully it won’t get infected”. I nod, uncaringly. When was the last time a woman was so gentle with me?

“I don’t like seeing blood” she whispers, her eyes drifting open and closed.

“Well I don’t like losing it”. Her body shakes again, though this time its followed by a quiet laugh. I shove myself off of her and hoist her up as gently as possible, making sure to hold her close lest I trip and drop her back onto glass or some of the splintered wood. I stumble out of the carriage door, which I now realise is hanging by its hinges.

I lean towards the front of the carriage as soon as we escape the vehicle and Katniss curls her body up. She presses her face against my chest as though trying to disappear into the material. “I still don’t like you” she mumbles.

This is my contribution to the @mores2sl collection 2018, which you can still donate to! :) Especially since two more stories have been added! 

As always I’m grateful for being able to take part and read the amazing stories, to be continued fics - @alliswell21 I’m looking at you and waiting patiently, or at least trying too - and drabbles that other authors have contributed as well as the lovely drawings. 

Quick warning, the sneak peek features blood/an injury.

Words - over 16,000.

Chapters: 11

Summary: Peeta grew up yearning the intelligent & beautiful Lady next door. Yet she left without a word. During a night alone he pours out his frustrations the only way he can-through words & drawings. When a Lady overlooks was a hurt-fuelled love letter to every young man that had been ignored by a woman of society. Years later he journeys back to his home town only to be delayed due to extreme weather. And he’s stuck with the one woman he no longer desires. The only problem - she’s finally noticed him.

Sneak peak:

“Your hand" she says shakily.

“Huh?”, I glance down to see my arm drenched in blood. Broken shards of glass scatter that floor and I think there’s a few pieces stuck in my flesh. It must be from when I tried to grab her.

A sharp ripping sound, echo’s in the silence. She tugs my hand down and wraps a piece of her cotton dress around the wound. Her hand shakes the whole time as she executes a poor excuse for a knot.

“Ho-hopefully it won’t get infected”. I nod, uncaringly. When was the last time a woman was so gentle with me?

“I don’t like seeing blood” she whispers, her eyes drifting open and closed.

“Well I don’t like losing it”. Her body shakes again, though this time its followed by a quiet laugh. I shove myself off of her and hoist her up as gently as possible, making sure to hold her close lest I trip and drop her back onto glass or some of the splintered wood. I stumble out of the carriage door, which I now realise is hanging by its hinges.

I lean towards the front of the carriage as soon as we escape the vehicle and Katniss curls her body up. She presses her face against my chest as though trying to disappear into the material. “I still don’t like you” she mumbles.