A/N: This is what's going through Foxface's mind as she commits suicide. She's thinking/talking to a guy from her district, probably her boyfriend or brother. It was originally going to be Thresh but he wouldn't be watching her as she died or have had enough time to learn how to read her emotions.
Disclaimer: I don't own The Hunger Games trilogy; Suzanne Collins does.
Her amber eyes dart around nervously as she swoops down and swipes the food.
I'm sorry for taking the easy way out.
She ducks into the safety of some high-growing foliage.
I'm sorry for pretending to be stupid and disgracing us - the lower, outer districts.
Her nimble fingers easily peel off a thin layer of goat cheese.
I'm sorry for giving up so quickly.
She slowly raises the cheese, her favorite food, to her face, inhaling its sweet fragrance.
I'm sorry for surviving this long because I gave you false hope.
She carefully nibbles off half of it.
I'm sorry because you know me so well and can tell what I'm thinking.
She flies back to the cloth and replaces the cheese.
I'm sorry that you had the misfortune of ever meeting me.
She gently picks eight midnight blue berries, his favorite number.
Just remember: "I love you."
She slowly eats her other half of the cheese, savoring the taste.
Three...
"I'm sorry..."
Two...
She breathes in deeply, closing her eyes briefly.
One...
She shoves all the berries into her mouth hurriedly, swallowing, swallowing, just swallowing.
Time's up...
Her hands fly up to her throat. Slow, slow, so slowly.
Her body thrashes weakly. Shaking, shuddering, silent.
And gradually, those shifting amber eyes of hers dim, dim, dead.
Fin.