wyatt callow is a seventeen year old victor of the fiftieth hunger games.wyatt callow he's got dark curly hair and dark skin, and comes from a family business that was morally wrong and shady, betting on who will or won't survive in the games. getting money off of the deaths of young children. he is hidden behind a cold facade of facts and figures,being an absolutely excellent oddsmaker for his dad due to hoe good he is with numbers. beneath, he is a softie. he wins the games.
the train stops, and wyatt walks past his pa, not sparing him another glance - his pa's head is hung in shame.
and here he is, coming back home with three caskets - three friends. blood on his hands and death on the tips of his fingers. that sick feeling in the back of his throat that he can't get rid of.
when he's away from the train smoke, and he finally takes his first full breath of district twelve air, he inhales too much and starts to choke.
that's when he smells smoke. not train smoke. fire smoke.
his quick walk turns into a run as he sees it coming from the town.
his home.
his eyes immediately widen, and he runs towards the fire.
to his mother, brothers.
otho mellark pulls him back, with burdock everdeen.
“we tried.” burdock says, eyes sunken. afterall, he did just lose haymitch.
and he was so close. haymitch, wyatt's and maysilee's alliance kept them alive. haymitch was the third to last tribute, out of forty eight.
and then wyatt tried to blow up the arena. *paint his poster,* as maysilee would say.
and look where that got him. his family burnt alive in his house, his father unaware.
wyatt pushes forwards, trying to go towards the fire.
“let me go with them!” wyatt shouts desperately, eyes burning from the smoke. burdock and otho tighten their grips and pull him back until he can no longer see the smouldering house. he watches his pa stand in front of it. the shame looks even heavier now.
wyatt wants to close his eyes and pretend none of this ever happened. wish that haymitch or maysilee, even silka, had won instead. he wasn't mean to win. the odds were not in his favour.
he realises he's been pulled to your meadow.
that's when he remembers that he did have someone to come home to.
you, in your swishy dresses and rebelliousness. his girl.
he barely registers anything as you crouch in front of him, cupping his face.
he barely croaks out a “hi.”
he can't remember what time the train stopped, and he can't even imagine what time it is now. it's a blur for him. but you're still *here.*
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