Lost
She was lost. Lost in a swirl of color and sound, since the day he died. He was her friend, her lover, her anchor to the living world. They had planned out everything for their lives after the war. Then he died. Because of her. Then Prim died. Because of Gale. And she would never forgive herself. Or Gale for that matter. A choked sob worked its way out of her mouth, her body heaving as she wept into her palms. Familiar warmth surrounded her, and her senses were invaded by the smell of the sea. And his voice, his loving, velvet voice was there again, soothing her, lulling her into her dreams, in which everyone she cared about was alive and happy, in which him and her lived happily ever after. And finally, she was happy.