Legacy

by writinficsandbreakinhearts

The Games are his family's legacy. His grandparents, parents, and siblings have all made it out alive and are surviving the aftershocks. She, however, is fighting to save her siblings from certain death and avenge the brother she lost to the Games. This is the 71st Annual Hunger Games. I don't own the Hunger Games.

22. Sorry

Agony.

Agony.

Agony.

Blood gushing.

Pain.

Screams.

My screams.

Malachi.

Red hands.

I'm going to die.

Really, this time.

I'm sorry.

Malachi, Zoe, I'm sorry.

I can't do it.

He was too strong.

I can't live.

"Malachi."

A gasp. Pressure on my fingers.

"I'm here."

A smile spreading across my face, the dying girl's face.

"Thank you. I'm sorry. I love you more than anything.

"More than my own life."

A tear dripping down his face. "Don't be sad. I love you. Win for me, okay? Try to be happy."

Somewhere far away, a light pulses at the edge of my vision.

Exhaling softly, I pull away from him and follow it, pausing only once to turn back when I hear the cannon.

My cannon.

I'm sorry, Malachi.

I love you.

I'm so sorry.

Ally