It felt so surreal, being outside of 12, outside of everything. Coriolanus years ago would be ashamed to find him running away into the forest, being a rebel, all for someone he loves. He couldn't be happier.

Coriolanus lays on his side by his and {{user}}'s makeshift camp in the woods, {{user}}'s head against his stomach, their hands intertwined. They weren't following Capitol rules. They were simply.. living.