Emerson Sterling, 15 years old, and destined for greatness. from the most beautiful land in Panem - District One. I want the things I want, and I refuse to shut up until I get my hands on them. It's the good girls who keep diaries; the bad girls never have the time. RP Blog Only FC Sasha Pieterse hover for navigation
The Sterlings filled a pew, the two little ones wearing matching black dresses and Emerson’s mother, Scarlett Sterling, keeping them quiet and behaved. Her father Desmond wrung his hands, his eyes sporting dark circles of the lack of sleep he’d experienced. The Roussannes took up a little less room. Eustace and Margo sat side by side, their hands quietly folded into their laps.
It was a simple ceremony, words spoken from a few individuals about their time with Emerson and Remy. Likely the most heartbreaking was when Emerson’s five year old sister barely cracked out the words, “I miss her,” before bursting into quiet sobs and being escorted from the stage by her mother. A few prayers and the promise that the two were finally together sealed in the rest of the proceedings.
The hearse rolled what was left of the two to the graveyard where everyone followed. They were buried side by side in a grave plot next to his mother’s, what they agreed the two likely would have wanted. Remy would’ve wanted to be with his mother and Emerson would’ve wanted to be buried next to the love of her life- she had nobody else. The little girls threw handfuls of dirt onto the grave before they were covered and given flowers, the bright explosions of petals covering the area around the large headstone.
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The citizens of One eventually trailed away, leaving the Sterlings and Roussannes standing next to the headstones. Scarlett and Desmond offered Eustace a comforting half-smile as the two stepped away momentarily to gather their thoughts. Just the little ones were left, Fenley laying on her stomach in front of her sister’s grave and Gianna leaning against the tombstone, tears running down her cheeks. Margo stood awkwardly a little way away from them.
Remy and Emerson watched quietly from above as the girls eventually stood and approached Margo. They watched them speak, large hand gestures before they all gave small smiles.Â
They walked back to One hand-in-hand, the three of them walking in a line away from the graves of their big brother and sister. In the years to come, they grew inseperable, always together. Even their parents grew closer, the two families bonded by the deaths of their children.
And though their older siblings never came home, their families were never alone.
Home is Wherever I'm With You || Emery || Death Oneshot
Alabama, Arkansas, I do love my Ma and Pa
Not the way that I do love you
Well holy moly, me oh my
You’re the apple of my eye
Boy I've never loved one like you
Man o man, you're my best friend
I scream it to the nothingness
There ain't nothing that I need
Home, let me come home
Home is wherever I'm with you
Home, let me come home
Home is wherever I'm with you
Death isn’t something that they explain in the Academy. It isn’t something we’re taught to imagine. We go through our lives thinking we’re invincible, that we’re strong, that we’re worth something.
So I’ll give you the lesson. Death is painful. Death is cold, and bright, and terrifying. Death wraps you up in its arms then chokes and smothers you until you can’t fight it back and you’re gone for good. It’s bloody and loud, but not in the good way.
And I hate it.
The tears pour down my cheeks as the flares go off and I fly backward with the explosion. It hurts, it’s pain and fire and light and I hate everything about it. I want my mama to hold me in her arms, I want my daddy to hold my hand. But nobody came, and I faced it alone, as I had to. I didn’t want to open my eyes, I knew I wasn’t alive anymore but seeing Jasmine wearing the crown meant for me would destroy me.
I curled up, my hands over my ears, and sobbed into my knees. I hadn’t truly let go like this since that first night away from my family. I never even got to say goodbye or apologize for failing them like I had. I’d failed so many people. I hadn’t done the one thing I came here to do. Was it something I did or didn’t do? Or was it more than just me?
The whirring and the buzzing of Jasmine's hovercraft eventually faded and I was alone. I was dead. It was over. There was no turning back now, nothing I could do. I’d done everything I could, but it wasn’t enough. I wasn’t good enough. I stood up shakily and looked around, the tears still streaming down my cheeks. I jumped at a familiar voice behind me. “My beautiful girl...”
I spun around and caught sight of Remy. He looked even more perfect than I could imagine, truly my angel now. And I, his. I walked toward him, breaking into a run as I leapt into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist. I found myself sobbing freely into his chest, gasping for breath I did not need. He was the only one I needed, his hands gripping my legs, holding me up against him.
“Shh... don’t cry, love. You did so well.” I pulled back and looked at him, the tears still dripping down my cheeks at a steady pace. He rested me back down on the ground, pressing his forehead to mine. “You’re still so beautiful,” he whispered, his gentle fingers wiping the tears away. I shook my head, clinging to him like he was my life raft in the open water.
“I’m so sorry...” I whispered. “I let you down, and Alice...” he shushed me and pulled me tightly into his arms, softly stroking through my hair as I cried uncontrollably into him. I didn’t have to say any more. I had let down not only him and Alice, but my parents, my sisters, my entire District. The sponsors had been right, I had no chance in hell at winning and I just was figuring it out.
“You waited,” I whispered, resting my head against his chest, my tears finally slowing. “I love you.” Remy tilted my chin up before cupping my cheeks in his hands gently, gazing into my eyes for a moment before leaning down and kissing me softly. He was everything now. I didn’t need anyone else, I didn’t need anything more than him. I had lost out on the only thing I wanted since I was a child, but I had found so much more than I bargained for.
“I don’t regret it, but I miss them.” I whispered. I sighed, shaking my head a little. I reached up to touch the pendant that hung around my neck, a copy of it still there even after my death. They sent it with me. I panicked as I realized the ring wasn’t around my neck too, and looked up at him with concern. Before I could say a word, Remy took my hand in his, showing me that the ring was now on my finger. He kissed it softly and I smiled. “Where it belongs,” I whispered. “And where I belong. With you.”
He kissed me again and I felt whole, I felt complete. I looked up into his eyes and linked our hands together, placing his on my stomach. He looked from it to me, tilting his head and widening his eyes. I nodded. “I was. I know I was. It’s a feeling I had... but I guess we’ll never know.” I looked up into his eyes. “I would’ve named her after your mother, you know. I wouldn’t have ever even thought otherwise.” I wrapped my arms around him, stifling my tears again.
But I was ready to move on. I was ready to see Isaac and Allyn, to meet Remy’s mother, to finally wrap Alice in my arms again and never let her go. I was ready to look over the world from the stars, the way Remy had promised me he’d look over me and the way I’d now look over my sisters. Maybe slam a couple doors in Jasmine’s new Victor’s Village home, just to make myself smile.
"Remy, I want to go home." I whispered. He smiled, kissing me again.
"Home is wherever I'm with you," he replied.
We moved along together, stepping into the bright light. The first thing I do is run into Alice's arms, and I cry again into her shoulder as she holds me, her fingers gently soothing my blonde curls. Alice, Remy, Allyn and Isaac, and everyone I grew to love back in that training centre. My new family. Welcoming me home.Â
Time is endless here. No limits to what Remy and I can do, who we can visit, how long I can kiss and hold him. Forever. While I don’t exactly know what’s to come in our forever, as long as I have Remy by my side, I know that it will be okay. I may not have the grand and perfect life I’d dreamed of, but being okay is just perfect to me.
Injuries: Healing cut on stomach (stitched, bandaged, almost 3 days of healing), various light bruising and small cuts that have had healing cream applied.Â
Alone, alone, all all alone, alone on the wide wide sea...
The sun beat down on me as I laid in the lifeboat, curled up in a ball from my own pure misery. I didn't want to accept that Remy and Alice were gone. I hated being alone. I grew thirsty and hungry, the solitude nearly slaying me like a knife.Â
I must be going delirious, because I hear a sponsor parachute. I don't realize I'm not crazy until it literally hit me in the head and I reached to pick up the parachute. For me? It seemed impossible, but I opened up the cannister to find a note right on top. You seem to have made an honest man of my son.
I gasped, looking into the pack. So much stuff- seemed to be a fishing pack which I thought was a little bit odd until I saw the shining filet knife in its little sheath. Fishhooks, fishing wire... it was a bit unorthodox but I could figure out something to do with it. I knew I could- maybe that time at the fishing station would do me some good after all. If I lived, I'd apologize to that trainer. A can of bait was there too but I didn't really want to have a can of worms for my company.Â
I continued to look through to find warm stew and a canteen of water. My eyes filled with tears at the generosity. I could fight with energy and protein in me, when eventually the Gamemakers put us somewhere we could fight. "Thank you, Mr. Roussanne," I whispered softly, unsure of where the cameras would be. "I won't let you down."Â
I couldn't let him down, or Remy, or Alice, or her family, or my own. I took a deep breath as I quietly prepared the newfound treasures, carefully preparing them to fill my pockets to the brim but in such a fashion that I didn't stab myself. Hooks looped through the wire and were ready for easy access if I needed them.Â
As night fell, I ate my stew and sipped my water, thankful for Mr. Roussanne's generosity. I closed my eyes when the Fallen replayed the deaths but I looked at their faces in the pictures. Those faces gave me hope. A chill breeze blew through the air and I shivered, but when I looked to the water, there were no ripples. I looked around suspiciously. Maybe he was there after all.
A parachute floats down to Emerson as she float in the ocean. She catches it and opens it up to find survival pack 2 (fishing wires, 5 hooks, small can of bait, filet knife. Inside she also finds warm stew to feed her and a canteen of clean water for her thirst. There was also a note:
“You seem to have made an honest man of my son. I may have lost him but there’s no one I’d rather root for now than you. Good Luck, Emerson.” - Eustace Roussanne
The ship blows up and I can't do anything apart from just sitting there in silence for the seconds that follow. I don't have time to grieve or cry, I don't have time to look at the faces at my side and even determine whose they are, even though I know. There's a kind of emptiness inside me that I don't think will ever be filled.
I can't quite put into words what it feels like to lose the love of your life. I can only say that it doesn't feel as bad as losing him and your best friend. I never had a lover or a close friend before I came here. And it's incredible how instantaneous that moment is where your life can go from perfect to upside-down.
All I know is that I want to go with them. For the first time in my life, I want to die and go with them.
I don't want to be here alone.Â
Please don't leave me here alone.
I can't do this on my own.
I know it's not over, that the worst is yet to come and two more obstacles are in my way of going home. I don't know what the people at home think, but all I know is that I'm on my own here. There's nobody to protect or help me, and I thought I'd feel Remy close to me but I don't. He's reunited with his mother and Alice with Pason and I know I'm not their biggest priority. That I have to do this by myself.
I woke up to an explosion and more smoke. We instantly all felt the ship move. This was it, I knew it. My heart felt heavy in my chest as I wrapped my arms tightly around Remy, not wanting to let him go. I kissed him, tears streaming down both of our faces. We kissed like it was our last and we knew that it was.Â
He pulled back and rested his forehead to mine, whispering those three words. "I love you," I echoed, "Forever."
Ditching the pack, I first removed the bathrobe from it and ripped a strip of the fluffy material off to make a little sheath for my knife that I intended to put in my pocket. I stuffed my pockets with my tweezers, taser, and steak knife before taking my scimitar and sabre in hand. I saw Remy slip the dynamite in his pocket and a pain went through my heart at the thought of that igniting and blowing him sky-high. If Remy did die, I wouldn't let it be in vain. As we left I reached for both of their hands and squeezed them tight before gripping my weapons hard as we exited.Â
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