Disclaimer: I definitely do NOT own The Hunger Games series although I am a HUGE fan and I worship Suzanne Collins.
Epilogue
For the reaping, I made sure my hair was perfect. I wanted to represent Maggie. Meyrick was waiting for me outside. He promised to walk me to the reaping. We needed each other to keep strong.
I headed out the door. Meyrick stood there looking at me.
"You look beautiful," he said.
I smiled. "You too,"I joked. Meyrick was able to muster up a smile then extended his hand towards me.
We walked hand in hand in hand towards the square. Not a single word was muttered by either of us. This day brings back too many painful memories.
Once arriving at the square, we are forced to split apart. We kiss and then separate, heading off into our different sections. The reaping begins.
I watch Meyrick from afar, and occasionally he looks back at me. I want to hold him. I need him right now. He needs me.
The first name is about to be drawn. Tears begin forming in my eyes. Maggie. Maggie's name was drawn. Then she died.
I close my eyes. Images from the past come to me. I can't breathe. Then the bomb hits.
"Finch Avery!"
That's my name. They just called my name.
Meyrick pushes through the crowd. He's calling out to me. I'm losing it. I can't take it. I close my eyes and the peacekeepers take me to the front. I stand before the crowd. I hear Meyrick's cries. I reach out for him.
I can't even imagine what he's going through right now...
To be continued...
A/N: Well, I finally finished it. I'm going to eventually write about Foxface in the games. It'll be a continuation of this story so it'll include Meyrick and stuff.
Hope you enjoyed the story as much as I did writing it!
Magnolia Mellark