I lied, guys. I finished Mockingjay (and loved it, despite a few, erm, certain things I'M SURE YOU ALL KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT) and due to a lot of contradiction this story will end fairly soon and is technically now considered as AU. Thank you all for sticking through with it, I love you guys!
You said tonight is a wonderful night to die
I asked you how you could tell, you told me to look at the sky
Look at all those stars,
Look at how goddamn ugly the stars are.
- Alkaline Trio, Trouble Breathing
He cries while he watches them. The star crossed lovers from District Twelve and watching them, he sees a younger Finnick Odair and a healthier Annie Cresta, sees locked hands and kisses, a time when he believed they could last forever. And he sees the way he looks at her, the warrior with the bow and arrow, and sees the way she tries to pretend not to watch him. Not to care.
But he still cries when the world turns on them, when she points an arrow to his chest and he tells her to kill him. Because this is what the Hunger Games do. They turn people against each other, turn friends into bloodthirsty killers and a boy in love willing to give his life so she can live.
And then.
And then that girl, that brilliant, genius, but ultimately stupid girl.
And then she gets those berries and she holds them out and he puts two and two together and no. Oh no. Because the Capitol- it won't allow them to take away a victor but the consequences from this, from that simple gesture, from her holding out her hand, those berries, thrown to their lips, and a voice, hurriedly preventing this.
He stares in horror at the television and he knows. He knows that once the Capitol is done with them, they will wish that the berries had kicked in sooner.
