A Chance
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Katniss!
Katniss!
Katniss!
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"PRIM!"
I woke up in sweats. My body couldn't stop shievering. One second later, Peeta ran through the door. His T-shirt was painted rainbow. But his hands were clean. He hugged me. He whispered me warm words. I felt safe.
But.. how about Prim?
"Peeta, we need to save her." My voice was trembling. As clearly to see as my sweating hands.
"Sssh.." Peeta's arms hugged me tight. As if to protect me against any harms. He whispered me, slowly. "Don't worry, she's safe and sound now."
How would he know?
Her screams seemed too real.
Prim is somewhere, and she needs my help. Right now. I don't want to miss any chance to lose her anymore. I can't bear it. I have to save her.
I strangled myself from Peeta's arms. "Let me get her, Peeta. I have to save her."
Peeta took my hands, held them tight. His hazel eyes laid upon mine.
"Katniss, she is safe and sound."
Above all lies that has been told, I hate to hear this one from Peeta. In fact, I never liked to hear it from anyone.
Prim was never safe. Her sound was never heard. She couldn't escape the explosion.
She had died.
Prim is dead.
And I will never have any chance to save her.
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fin