This chapter is gonna go fast again, and seriously, feel free to throw the tomatoes this time.
Hunger Games is disclaimed.
I don't know how long it's been since Clove left for Heaven. The gray in purgatory doesn't change according to night and day, and clocks don't exist here. None of us spirits feel the need to eat, drink, or sleep. We're just souls waiting patiently for judgment.
Clove's departure still haunts me. I was too late to save her. She was right there…
I'm so sick and tired of the Games repeating itself.
So when the same light that took Glimmer and Clove blinds me, I don't resist. It's hard not to imagine the glowing thing as a powerful body, because I can feel my midriff being squeezed, like arms are wrapped around it to pull me more easily. My reflexes tell me to try escaping, and my brain's egotistic half tells me that I can match this strength.
But honestly, I feel peaceful in death's arms.
It isn't long until I finally reach the two gates. Soon, the hole below is getting larger, the hole above is getting smaller, and my abdomen is slowly being released—
A part of me screams, No! I need to see Clove in Heaven! But the other, stronger part chants that I deserve Hell.