#˛ johanna mason. ， 𝐚𝐧𝐬. *

[delphilos]

you can't run away hard enough, can you?

@mckngsong.

WATERFALL OF WORDS CASCADING FROM THE MOCKINGJAY’S LIPS LEFT JOHANNA FEELING IMPACT BEYOND EXPLANATION. LIKE THAT SENTENCE LEFT HER CONSCIOUSNESS CRASHING AS THOUGH A TEMPEST, STRIKING HER WITH THE FORCE OF A THOUSAND WAVES UPON ROCKY SHORES. within her, tumultuous whirlwind of emotions swirled, stirring a potent mixture of fury and wounded pride. the mere implication that harbored any inclination to flee ignites a furious blaze of indignation inside; a firestorm of defiance against such an affront to her character. this left johanna with one question: did katniss truly believe that she was so craven to entertain the the idea of running away? that she was so desperate for some sort of escapism? johanna’s innermost being recoiled with disdain at the notion, rebelling against this cowardice that threatened her reputation. jaw clenched with iron resolve, scoff trickled from chapped brims.

beneath the surface, johanna sensed the true depth of katniss’ statement. not a challenge to her endurance, but a piercing examination of the inner fortitude. RELENTLESS ASSAULT UPON THE BEDROCK OF HER RESILIENCE. DID OTHERS PERCEIVE HER AS FEEBLE? INCAPABLE OF CONFRONTING LIFE’S TRIALS WITH UNYIELDING COURAGE? suddenly, she was yet again that feigned naive girl in the arena. johanna was no weakling. she never had been, nor will she ever be. no trembling reed swayed by the winds of adversity. she was a survivor. a victor. hardened by the crucible of suffering. what a price to pay … bearing scars that kissed her flesh belonging to battles from within and out. each mark, a testament to her own strength to the unbreakable spirit. reverberation of the phrase that seemed to have her in chains: YOU HAVE TO PROMISE NOT TO BREAK NO MATTER HOW FAR YOU ARE BENT.

storm raged on, yet johanna stood; firm, solitary figure among the chaos. what a familiar feeling. masked with stoic determination, she was confronted with a choice: to allow katniss’ words erode her confidence like sand worn away by the ceaseless tide, or to rise above. she met her gaze head - on. “ you think running is the only option? you severely underestimate me. i don’t run. i am fucking done letting them feel like they have some hold on me. ”