Another one for Ms. Levett and my concentration buddies. It's suicide awareness/prevention week (which absolutely sucks… sorry, Ms. Levett) so I'm writing about happy sappy stuff.
For more information on why the hell this is going on, see my profile.
Dedicated to my buddy Kelster, for allowing me to be her beta reader. Happy writing wishes to you!
I do not own the Hunger Games… or these characters… or anything, really (thanks a ton, Ms. Levett).
Enjoy (if you can).
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He couldn't forget how he never helped her out of her fiery prison.
(Flash of light.)
He couldn't forget how she managed to be such a quiet, gentle person through the long, painful years.
(Flash of light, heat of fire.)
He couldn't forget how he never told her how much he cared.
(Flash of light, heat of fire, agonized scream.)
He couldn't forget how trapped, helpless, and utterly alone she was.
(Flash of light, heat of fire, agonized scream, dirt flying.)
He couldn't forget her, not as long as he lived.
(Flash of light, heat of fire, agonized scream, dirt flying, and his world was shattered forever.)
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Thanks.
