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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2014 14:41:22 GMT -7
"Your hand fits in mine
Like it's made just for me
But bear this in mind
It was meant to be
And I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks
And it all makes sense to me"
Lex listened to the sound of Samantha's breathing. She had been asleep for a few hours now and Lex didn't have the heart to leave her. It was their last night before the Arena. Slowly, he moved his body away from her, pulling his arm in until he had taken it from beneath her sleeping figure. Lex sat up on the bed, running his hand over his face and then through his long brown hair. The small glowing lights on the wall provided him with just enough light to see the silhouette of Samantha's figure. The light seemed to dance on her skin and pajamas. It was the first and only time he'd ever been in a bed with anyone, let alone a girl. In fact, the train ride to the Capitol was the first time he'd ever slept in a bed. From the moment he was born, he had slept on a broken down cot, in a room that was half dirt floor and half worn out wood.
Samantha slept soundly. They talked for hours, saying things they never had a chance to say and ... not saying things they didn't know how to say. But Lex knew that those little moments alone, the way they held each other, the way they laughed, and cried was enough. Their presence to each other alone was enough. And it said more than a million words by a million people. And then, slowly Samantha drifted off to sleep with his arms wrapped around her.
Pulling the silk sheets off, he swung his legs to the side of the bed, his bare feet touching the cool and hard marble floor. He paced back and forth, the soft pitter and patter of the flat of his feet against the floor didn't wake her. From time to time, Lex would look up at Samantha's sleeping form, but never did she wake. A small smile appeared on his face. He wished he could remain there forever, in that very moment, that instant of time that was void from the hatred and violence of the outside world. He wanted to stay in that bubble where it was good and pure and warm. Walking towards a table, he pulled out a pen and paper from the top drawer. Lex sat down on the covered chair and looked down at the empty white sheet of paper. The pen balanced on the tip of his fingers as he tried to think of what to write. Just one sentence to begin. Just one word... He looked over at Samantha again, her chest rising and falling with her breathing. She was so innocent and so much better than him. But she had chosen him, no matter how much Lex knew that he didn't deserve her, he had tried to be better so that he could be good enough to deserve her. But he knew there was no chance of that happening, nevertheless, he tried everyday. Lex wasn't perfect, and he knew that. He had lived at the Seam of District 12 all his life. In a two room shack that wasn't even big enough to have a separate living room and kitchen, let alone have a bathroom inside. Their bathroom had to be attached to the outside part of the house because there wasn't even enough room to have a door. Lex shared the house, and a bedroom, with his older brother. They didn't have a shower, or a bath. The most they ever had were buckets, and a horse trough that Lex "borrowed" and used a bathtub and rain collector. But it wasn't just his financial status that made Lex so far from perfect. It was the way he was. The way he always joked and poked fun at things that he didn't like or hated. He had refused to take life seriously when their family of 6 dwindled to a family of two. Both his parents and two siblings had died when he was young. And if Lex hadn't pushed all the pain to the side and bottled them up, he would have been consumed by misery. He had a deep seated and violent hate for the Capitol which he quelled in the back of his mind and the bottom of his heart, so far into the corners of it that he had made himself blissfully happy with the life he lead and the world he lived in. Regardless of the fact that his stomach growled every minute of the day, or the fact that he had been wearing the same clothes for 10 years, Lex somehow sated every desire in order to be content with his less than mediocre life. On top of being the lowest of the low in District 12, Lex had very little to offer the world. He wasn't the brightest, nor was he the strongest. He was by far very much average, and sometimes, in certain cases- below average. He was clumsy and more often than not, made the wrong choices. Regardless of his good intentions, he seemed to always come out worse than when he started. It was as if his entire life, his entire existence, was one big mistake that didn't tie in with the rest of the world. But if there was anything worth staying for in this great big world that had little room for him, it was Samantha. They had known each other since they were children. But somehow never got to know each other until just a few months ago. Every month, he would go into her family's bakery and buy a roll of bread- a treat that he and his brother saved up for with the extra change of coins they could gather throughout the month. And every time he saw her, he would tease her about her lack of baking skills. Even though he teased her, he liked Samantha. Not in a romantic way, but in a friendly way. It wasn't until that one day, when he was picking up an order of bread, that fire sparked between them. They were small sparks at first, something barely even noticeable, even to Lex. And then the sparks created a flame, like a warm candle in a dark winter night. It had become his salvation. Their love isn't something legendary or epic. Maybe it isn't good enough to be written down in history. It isn't a great fire of love that could burn down entire forests. But something that it was... It was like a steady stream of water, cascading over dirt and rocks, that eventually lead to a great river, and then a large body of water that pushed out everything around it, and then pulled everything back in. It was something that could be calm, but fierce at the same time. Something that could save him and drown him. Something that he could float on and be pulled deep into where he could die in its cold depth. Their love cleansed his soul and made him become a better person than he'd ever been. It made him happy, not just superficially, but thoroughly, openly happy. It was the first time he was ever happy, and he knew, it would be the only time. The pen scraped across the blank thin piece of paper. Lex folded the paper three times and carefully inserted it into a pale envelope. He licked the cover and folded it closed, sealing the letter inside. He picked up the pen once more and wrote: "Samantha Colton". Then, walking out the room and into the hallway, he found the door to Haymitch's (@haymitch) room. Carefully, as if the the letter was made of vulnerable glass, he slid the envelope under his door.
@samanthaelainecolton
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