Bottled He never told them.Bottled by ~mage-luna
Everything was bottled up-bottled like the alcohol he frequently sought solace in; at first occasionally, just to sleep at night, but then to keep the nightmares during the day at bay. It was engrained in his brain, donÕt show feeling. His survival in the Quarter Quell had depended on that- instead he had played the roll of the dark horse, managing to keep his emotions in check and outsmart everyone in the end.
Basic rule of survival. No feelings. Even though the Games were over, they werenÕt. Every day was just another part of the Games. The CapitolÕs games. Every day, he had to fight for his survival an
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I am doing well. Very busy with school. They don't offer animation classes here so I am teaching myself. How are you?
Sta.sh
