The sky is lit with an ombre of colours, like one of Peeta's paintings on display. On the edge of night and day. I always used to sit outside on my porch at this time of the evening, treasuring the careful moments passing by. It's like watching something change drastically, from light to dark, but it never lasts long. No one in the crowd probably cares though, all the are watching is me, and where I will send the blade of my arrow.
Snow blocks out the crowd, the sky, even Coin standing at her podium. His eyes are fixed on me, sharp and cold. Very different in contrast to his neutral expression. With a smirk plastered on his face he looks fine, amused even. Like he is laughing right in my face at everything I have done… honestly, I don't blame him.
My fingers curl around a red tipped arrow in my sheath. I have an array of colours, all a different danger. But red is poison, red is deadly. Red can kill. I will kill. I cautiously draw the arrow back, aiming the point at President Snow's heart. His pointed, mocking smile digs through me, as if exposing everything I know, proving it wrong.
'Miss Everdeen, I thought we agreed not to lie to each other.'
His voice bounds on my thoughts. What if he was telling the truth? What if Coin actually sent the bombs that ended Prim?
"Miss Everdeen."
Coin consults me to hurry up in a casual voice, the kind of tone you would use when discussing weather. She smiles however, but it doesn't really reach her eyes. Instead her eyes shout something else… a hunger, a thirst. A longing need to watch the President suffer. Is this how she looked when Prim died? Is this how she looked when I almost died? What about the bombings in the districts?
My hand is now shaking from drawing back my arrow for so long, or maybe something else. The thin string dares to slit my fingers, so I prepare for the final blow to end Snow.
As I release my arrow it glides across the evening wind, looming closer to its victim. The keen point buries itself, perfectly in the heart of my target. She falls from her podium, lying on the floor beside Snow's feet. Blood leeches on her frosted white coat.
That was my arrow… that was my choice.
I did it for Prim.