Wyatt And Luna - Private

"G'morning! Yeah, I'm down in the kitchen!" He called up, his voice ringing up the stairs. 'Just in time!' He mumbled as he finished pouring the thick gravy over the soft biscuits that sat on the beautiful red and white china. Wyatt soundlessly slipped the plates onto the hand embroidered table cloth. He took a seat on one side of the table on the cherry wood chair and waited for Luna to come down.

Wyatt shook himself out of his own thoughts at the sound of her voice. "Oh! Hmm... Well, I want to at least watch the district 9 reapings..." He mumbled, taking a bite of a biscuit. "But apart from that, there isn't very much we have to do for the day..." Wyatt stuttered through a mouthful. "So I guess it's totally up to you."

"Well, Luna, that was three years ago. And I try my hardest to forget the games and anyone in them except you. I never want to go back. Never want to see it again. I still occasionally feel sad for Lisa, but that isn't very often. I still feel bitter about her and the scythe ordeal. And I guess we should just watch the reapings. The district nines should play about 3;00..... So I guess we could start planning the wedding until then?" Wyatt didn't want to be too sudden about planning and everything, but he knew they wouldn't get much time between now and the end of the 504th. Cameras would always be watching.

Wyatt picked up the plates and scraped away the left overs. He quickly gave them a wash and put them back into the cabinet and came to sit down next to her. "....Lets have it in the capitol...." He mumbled. "They have to know eventually. I took a vacation to the capitol before my family.... left me.... and we camped on this open grain field with a lake on it.." He began to describe it. It sounded beautiful. Like a perfect mix between district four and nine. "What do you think about having it there?"

"Yeah, I agree. the cameras would never leave!" He grabbed her hand and smiled a shining white smile. "I love you, Luna. I don't care where we get married or anything. We could have it in an alley for all I care. I just want to be with you forever."

Wyatt leaned in and gave her a long kiss to the lips. His wispy blonde hair blew in the morning breeze and his eyes reflected the light from the chandelier over head. It was even brighter and bigger than the one in the bedroom.

Wyatt looked surprised at her sudden break away, but he stumbled after her. "Slow down, you!" He bolted off toward her, but she was already considerably ahead. He let out a laugh and tripped along a small deer trail as he tried to keep up with her.

Wyatt instinctively gripped his scythe, but came to his senses and never actually drew it. "You know, you shouldn't sneak up on me like that. It could be detrimental." He repeated- just like in the arena. He took a seat on the stump. He kept his eyes shut, but like a child, longed to open them.

Wyatt was the very definition of speechless. He stared at his family he had tried so long ago to forget. His lovely little Annette, her red, curly hair blowing in a warm summer breeze that you could almost feel. A tear slid down his cheek and landed on the face of a small girl that resembled Wyatt strongly. "T-thank..." He couldn't even speak. His fingers dropped longingly on a tall, blonde haired woman. Her hair and eyes where the mirror of Wyatt- it was obviously his mother. "L-luna..." He turned to the letter and re-read it. "Luna, I remember hiding this. I don't remember much from that time.. But this... I remember. I hid it in the loft before the tornado. Its a wonder it survived. Thank you, so much. This is better than any house or ring. This is my life all in a book." He continued to flip the pages and it did indeed reveal his mothers will. His big blue eyes were a mess of memories. Sad days, happy days, the days that he would want to relive over and over. Then suddenly he turned to a picture that made him brake down. His whole face became wet with tears when a photo graph revealed a set of 4 sister rope tornadoes sweeping through a distressed grain field. Pieces of wood and even what looked like a book swirled around the ropes of death. Infront of the strips of whirling winds sat a dainty white farm house, a small brown stable, and a big red barn bigger than the house. All about to be devoured. He put his hand to his head and looked frightened all over again. His face reflected the fear of seven year old little Wyatt Henry Sky as he fled his beloved home with his two year old sister Jamie on his shoulders.

Wyatt was in something of a trance. He stared down at the picture of the tornadoes. He finally moved and flipped the page. It revealed a group picture of his whole family and friends, including Annette. All four brothers, all four sisters, Only Jamie and Wyatt remained. "T-th..." He tried to make his voice work, but it just wasn't going well. "T-t-hey... They're all gone. All g-gone... Luna, my family. My home. My town. All. Vanished. How c-could it be?" Its like after so many years of pushing it away, he had finally begun to accept that everyone had left. Then a new page revealed a new thing. A small plate style bracelet signed by everyone in his family. And because they were so close, even Annette had left her mark. He reached into the small file protector and removed it from its case, and he held it to his heart. It was the closest thing to him to reuniting with family. A presence seemed to radiate from the simple gold band, as Wyatt clutched it tighter. "Luna you could have never done anything worse to me. And you could have never done anything better." He murmured, expressing just how emotional this book was to him. Everything left of his family was in one solitary book.
Wyatt looked up at her. "L-luna.. I never said 'good bye.' They were all gone before I even had the chance. The sisters took them up like they were nothing. I... I.... I just long for them to come back." He stopped for a moment, as if doing math. He was 7 when the tornado hit, he was 14 in the arena. Now he was Seventeen.... "I guess.... I guess I just never accepted it. But, Luna ,you.... B-brought me to my senses they are gone. Its been ten years and I must finally let them leave me. For a very long time, the memory haunted me. I was always thinking about how I could have saved them. But now... I must let them go.." He said, solemnly looking up at his girl.