Dedicates to Silver Medals. YOU FANTASTIC PERSON, YOU. Suzanne Collins owns this idea. DON'T MURDER ME. Danke.
"Just this one, twelve. For Rue."
Running, running, running, running, running, running, STOP!
I nearly fell on my face in an attempt to stop myself. Really smooth, Finch. Now look up.
It was Thresh. He carried multiple bags and a curved sword. There was a murderous look in his eyes. My life was hanging by a thread.
"Clove! Clove, please, listen to me, stay! Please? Clove, don't go…"
BOOM.
"You killed her." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. He had killed the girl from District Two.
"You saw?"
"I watched. I ran when you killed her."
"Why?"
"Because I didn't want to die."
"You think I'm a monster?"
"No."
For a long time, we stood there. Finally, Thresh nodded.
"Why not?"
"Because of that little girl."
Thresh tensed, and I knew that I couldn't mess up.
"Someone with a district partner that sweet can't possibly be a monster."
Another long pause.
"You're not a bad person." I said, and sprinted towards the woods.
