I was feeling a random urge to write something extremely depressing...well, it was better in my head, but here it is anyway. It's when Katniss sees District Twelve, after the end of Catching Fire.
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The quiet came first, a quiet that shouldn't have been there. Quiet that should've been filled with the sound of children's laughter, people going to work. Birds cawing, bread baking, annoyed wives screaming. Quiet louder than any noise she had ever heard, a quiet that pounded in her ears and drowned out Gale's worried voice, Haymitch's gruff one, Prim's quiet one.
Disbelief. Utter conviction that this wasn't it, that no, no this wasn't happening. All of it everything, spinning out of control out of her pounding head. It didn't sink in, that it was lost, all of it destroyed forever.
Gale had told her, but she hadn't processed it, it hadn't sunk in, that this was real, that her home was gone, the people gone, everything gone, gone, gone, gone, a charred skeleton left, a ghost of what was once there.
She had spent her life bemoaning her misfortune to be in District Twelve. Now, all she wanted was to have it back.