The bombs are coming.
They're coming for us. Because of Katniss, who I foolishly gave my pin to, for starting this rebellion. She thinks she's so high and mighty, for being this "Mockingjay", the spark, whereas I should get at least some, if not all the credit for giving her the pin. And then she had the gall to think that Peeta was referring to her when he said that his lover came here with him.
He was talking about the pin, a piece of me, not the self-centered monstrosity of Katniss! Me, always in the background. But when Flickerman thought that he was talking about Katniss, she had to be her usual bitchy self. Peeta's too clever to deny that huge advantage, though, and played it all the way through, successfully.
But now he's finally here, with me. Never mind the the loud hum of the planes above, sealing my death sentence. I'm thankful The Capitol mistook his older brother for him and took him instead. Maybe that's not the right way to think, but Crosty was awful, always trying to have us do some... things.
But that's not how our relationship works. We're not the touchy types like Katniss. We're more chatty, and this silence, while comfortable, just feels wrong. Different. Maybe it's just the tension in the air, the fright, that we have only the smallest chance of surviving this attack.
Fine, I'm too optimistic. We have no chance of surviving. They've already taken out my father, and mother, just because we were the Mayor and his family when Katniss rebelled. I stole away and hid, but I was too late for my family. She's taken everything from me. My family, my pin, my honour, and now, my life. At least she doesn't have Peeta. He's the only thing I have now.
"You alright?"
"As good as it gets, waiting for Death."
"Don't be that pessimistic. We're together, and that's what counts."
As soon as he says that, it's almost like a trigger for all things bad.
It's just the whistling of a bomb, and a loud noise. Too much for my ears to handle, and the entire world tips over, rotating, a whirlwind. Pain everlasting.
And when it all clears, there's now an emptiness. The emptiness comes from inside, from the spot next to me.
Peeta.
Where his legs were, is now a huge block of stone from the wall. His body crushed and bleeding. Dragging myself the two feet over to him, wincing, I just barely hear his words.
"Madge... I just need to reiterate this. I love you. Just remember- " his voice stops and I know it will never speak again.
Caressing his face, ignoring the pain from the inside and out, I'm about to protest as Death comes my way. But I realize what this means. We can be together now, in the afterlife, as it frees our souls from our bodies. Floating away, I see our bodies together, in eternal peace.