The 'Flower of Panem' or 'The Angel of Mercy', Seraphine Reza is the jewel and pride of Panem. One of their most treasured victors in the history of the Hunger Games and a favorite of President Snow.
While she smiles, comforts and plays her part ev...
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It's still warm here in Five, fall's not here yet. Thought I'd drop you a line or two because I heard it's getting colder in the Capitol. How's that treating you?
I hope you're doing okay, not that you'd care enough to tell me. Sorry, if I sound a little bitter but I don't know, I can't help but wonder if you're ignoring me. I know we haven't been the same since ma died and I wasn't the kindest to you as I should've been but come on, how long are you going to keep pretending like I don't exist?
Do you know how many letters I've sent just this month alone?
Ten! I've sent about ten letters this month alone. You never replied to one. I don't know what you're doing over there but I know you're not that busy that you can't even pick up a pen and write back. I know you've been writing back to Lissa and Miel, why can't you write back to me?
Even then your reply to Miel and Lissa was a single letter for both of them even though they sent you three different letters and all you said to them was to stop sending you letters.
What is wrong with you? I don't understand what's going on with you. I want to know what's going on. I miss you. I miss how everyone used to be. It's nice being around Lissa's kids but it's not the same because I keep wondering what you're up to and why you just never write back.
Are you still mad about how I reacted to Ma's death? I get it if you are, just let me know.
By the way, are you planning to extend your stay in the Capitol again like last year? It feels like you're avoiding us. I hope that's not the case. It'd be nice to catch up, you know? And make sure to take your medicine on time.
I miss you and please write back.
Lennox Fairburn
Nox's letter stared back at Sera. In the background, wealthy capitolites celebrating the starcrossed victors could be heard from her television mixed in with the light orchestral tunes from the radio and the sudden downpour that had started the minute the sun had set, bringing in the first chill of autumn with it.
