She was taken back in a box next to his.
His token was a small piece of string knotted around his finger.
Her token was a small piece of string knotted around her finger.
Exchanged in the depths of night in whispers. No one else knew because they'd kept them hidden.
Training was expensive, and so string rings were a common alternative.
Almost a tradition between the youths stupid enough to fall in love.
District 2 was not a loving place. It thrived on rage. On pain.
And there was no pain that could compare to theirs.
Engaged in destruction.
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A/N: 100 words exactly oh yes. I read a post on the tumblr (where you can find me at shutup-emma) about Clove's token being an engagement ring and I cried and this drabble was sneezed out thusly oh god I have a major work to write what am I doing crying about dead fictional characters at 10.30 on a Tuesday evening someone help me with these feeeelingssssss.
