It's not longer, and it's late - but at least there's something. This is dedicated to those of you who asked for more.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games.
"The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference. The opposite of life is not death, it's indifference. And the opposite of love is not hate... it's indifference"~ Elie Weisel.
"That was the one thing I had going for me. Taking care of your family." I touched her cheek "Shoot straight, OK?"
And so I left.
It wasn't like I imagined in the many times I had thought about it, since I realised she had already chosen a long time ago. It wasn't painful. I didn't feel any sense of loss- maybe a little regret, but not the empty feeling I had expected.
Even when she came to the conclusion that I was responsible for her sister's death.
I felt no different, because, despite all we had been through we were still just selfish, passionate children with far too much anger in our hearts.