His eyes are filled with tears, glazed with thousands and thousands of emotions, depression, yet a burning readiness, and love.
But there is no reluctance there. Not like mine.
He brushes his lips along my neck, which wipes the thoughts from my mind, sending an electric tingle through me.
The dusk is approaching rapidly now, the sun sinking into the glowing Capitol horizon. Despite the unrest I had felt in the lower levels of the training center, the roof is calm. Our hands find each other's as we both step up onto the edge of the concrete. I gaze out to the sky, the last piece of beauty, and try to forget that it's a deep blood red.
He pulls me into his chest, running his fingers through my hair.
"This is worth it, Scallya, it'll prove something."
So we hold each other tightly, and without the slightest hesitation, only a flaming rebellion as fierce as the sky-
We jump to the road bellow.
