nightmares always found their way back to the younger hawthorne yet again. nights usually ended with rory staring up at the sky. he wanted more than just their escape. he wanted a place to himself. he’d spent so much time with the same people for the longest time, and he was tired of it. there was, however, one person he would never get tired of. that was prim. she was his rock, even when they all fled panem. she was one of the only things that kept him going, but he’d never quite admit that to anyone. it was there, though, just like gale’s feelings towards katniss. maybe that’s why he wanted out. he knew nothing would ever go his way if he stayed with everyone. so, he was planning his departure. the brunet’s head was extra full that night of plans, unwanted thoughts, and a never-ending list of everything that could go wrong.
a goodbye was in order. the brunet stands after a moment, finding his way towards prim’s bed before he lets his hands wring together for a couple seconds. one hand drops to press against her shoulder, shaking her lightly before his eyebrows furrow. his voice is soft, almost as if he had been afraid of waking anyone else. ❛ prim? you awake? i wanna go for a walk... can’t sleep. ❜
