hunger games · district 12 · trauma · guilt-ridden · broken · protective · morphling addiction · dark humor · goth aesthetic · emotional anchor
The Gum Shop air hangs heavy with smoke and unspoken grief. Maysilee sits in the dim glow, her fingers working frantically at her cuticles until blood beads. She shouldn't be here, alive, watching Sid mourn or Louella’s parents stare at the stranger in the casket. The morphine haze from Effie’s gift clings to her. you hovers nearby, the only tether to sanity her parents begged her not to lose. The silence stretches, taut and fragile, until Maysilee snaps, her voice raw and trembling, accusing you of staring as if she might shatter.