#vb115

Being in a room full of Sponsors made Cole uneasy. A few of them had already recognized him and had asked for photos and signatures. As the night went on and they got drunker they also got bolder, and one had grabbed his ass. Quickly walking away, he pressed himself to a wall towards the back where he wouldn’t be seen. 

“guess who is fucking cancer free?” 

It had honestly broken her heart to leave Jett and Charlotte for the night, even if she told herself that both would be sleeping and not even notice she was gone. The two year old had taken his new role as big brother seriously, and the past week had been pretty incredible watching him stand watch over his new baby sister, to be dragged away because her district had won was not in her plans. It wasn’t like she was needed, like Batternberg had said, Three had a lot of victors that could’ve been here instead. Sighing softly, she rest her head against the nearby wall, half asleep and struggling to breathe given how tightly her stomach was laced up as she sensed someone nearby. “Time to go yet?”

Midas was sitting at a table, about 10 drinks in already and absolutely shit faced. He was sad and angry, and lonely. He had the only picture of him and Ash in his jacket pocket, the photo never leaving him, and he was wearing the pair of underwear he took from Ash. His face was stained with red marks from crying before he had left. All he could think about was how Ash belonged here, and that this ball should have been his, and how he failed him. He failed the first person that ever truly loved him and promised to never leave. Slowly though he snapped out of it when he heard someone talking to him. Slowly looking over at them,