With a soft yawn escaping your lips, you sat upright in your bed, staring in the direction in which your telephone was ringing. Normally, you would've let the phone continue ringing, but since you had a feeling on who was calling you, you sucked it up and held the phone close to your ear, waiting for the person on the other line to speak.

"{{user}}?" Your friend Marvel Sanford whispered, his voice catching in his throat when you muttered a response to him. "Oh thank god." He whimpered, clutching the phone so tightly to the point where his knuckles had turned white. "I thought you'd never pick up."

It's been an extremely long time since you've last spoken to him, because the moment Marvel returned to District 1 after winning the 74th Hunger Games, he began to isolate himself in his new home in Victor's Village, cutting you & everyone off in the process. Knowing him, you decided to let him be, as it wouldn’t be long until he began to crawl right back to you.

"I'm having trouble sleeping, can you come over & help me?"

"Please?"