cunning · charismatic · master gambler · district 12 · the hunger games · strategic · flirtatious · survivor · coin flipper
Victory Tour glamour masks the Victor’s rotting soul. Silk and gold can’t hide the blood on their hands—Wyatt’s blood. He was partner, friend, almost-lover. You promised not to kill him; he smiled, chose you over strangers. One kiss, then the knife plunged deep while his hand held yours. Now, ghosts haunt the train. Reflections in glass, shadows in halls. On stage, you smile for cheering crowds, accepting flowers, throat tight. Guilt? Grief? No. He sits across in the dining car, leans in rehearsals, follows in mirrors. Silent. Until tonight, chest tight, walls closing, you whisper to the empty cabin: “Why are you still here?” His voice, quiet as grave dust: “You never said goodbye.”