Author's Note: Here is another Hunger Games drabble, written around the same time as Somedays (my other THG drabble, please feel free to check it out). It's short and sweet, only 109 words, but I hope you still enjoy it.
When he looked at her, he didn't see the shell that most people saw. He saw the embers of the fire that had inspired thousands. The fire hadn't died; it had only dimmed, hard to see unless you knew where to look. She was surviving, not yet thriving. Given time, she might burn ferociously, like she once had. Yet, he loved her all the same. Because he always had and always will She is what gets him up in the morning and comforts him so that he can fall asleep, despite the terror of the nightmares. She is his guiding light, burning brightly, even when all else is dark.
AN: If you have any comments, feel free to hit the review button and share them. I have to admit, ever since the THG movie came out, the muse keeps demanding THG stories, particularly surrounding Everlark. This hopefully means that I will be writing much more frequently, but upcoming exams will probably interfere with that plan. Aw well.