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-23LucyGrace

Lucy's eyes stare blankly down at the body before her. What is she supposed to do? A part of her wants to just leave him here, let him bleed out and die like he had done to her. But Lucy also realizes that in doing that, she will become Snow. And she is better than Snow. Lucy sighs, as she picks him up by his arms and drags him through the forest and across the muddy ground. His body seems to bump into every tree they come across.

Finally halfway back to camp, gasping for air, she forcefully drops him onto the ground, the twigs under him giving a violent snap. "Wow, you are surprisingly heavy," Lucy tells him, fully aware that he cannot hear her. Her eyes pan down to his outfit. He clearly is no longer a peacekeeper. Judging by the fancy buttons on his blazer, he is something wealthy. Maybe he had moved back into the Capitol? After all, there was now no more reason for him to stay in 12…no, she is not going to think about that now. That is buried deep and will not be coming out. Standing once more, she grabs him by the arms, trying hastily to get back to camp, so she can get him healed and then never see him again, because she hates him.

Once at camp she sends him in with one of the medics. "Of course we will help him, Lucy. You found him in the woods you say? Do you know him? Or at least know anything about him?"

Lucy is stunned by what seems like a simple question. But it isn't, not to her. Does she know anything about him? Does she even know him? After their last interaction it seems that she knows nothing. Her hands start to shake and she quickly hides them behind her. "I-um...I…" The memories start to flow in, all the trust, the love, the abandonment, the hate. All at once. She can't think. She can't feel. She needs to get out of here. "I know nothing. I just found him!" Lucy gasping, takes off into the trees, the twigs snapping under each step, getting louder and louder. Running all the way to where she found Snow. Her area. She has one every time they take camp, this one being her personal favorite. The trees sway with the wind, the river flows rapidly creating this beautiful calming sound. This is the only place she feels truly safe from the Capitol. But that is all ruined! All because she couldn't just leave him! And part of her still feels this was the right choice. Why? This was the clearly wrong choice. It doesn't matter now, she just won't go back until she is sure that he has left. Yes, that is a good plan. A solid plan.

The plan didn't last an hour.

Lucy, almost unwillingly, finds herself standing up and tiptoeing back to the medical tent. "No!" Lucy shouts. She quickly looks around, luckily no one heard that. She changes her voice to a harsh whisper. "I don't want to check on him. I don't want him to see him ever again. I never need to see him again!" She looks down and sees that her feet are still moving. "Then why am I still walking towards the tent? ...Okay, maybe I'll just peek in one time. That's it."

And Lucy does peek in one time that hour...or maybe two times...or three. Lucy sighs as she checks on him the fourth time that hour, giving up any sort of denial she had before. She looks over him once more, still in the same condition. His breathing is heavy, and he is still otherwise unmoving…

His hand just moved!

Lucy scurries off as quickly as she can. What if he saw her? What if he is pretending to be asleep? Maybe this is some sort of game to him. But he will not win. Lucy grabs her guitar and runs off into her spot in the woods. The spot where she found him. The trees are no longer calming, the river rushing feels cold and intense. This is too much for her, everything is too much for her! She should have just left him!

Time stops, the wind calms. She takes a deep breath. Why didn't she just leave him? Even worse, why doesn't she feel like she has made a mistake? This is more than just being the bigger person. Why does she deep down still feel good about her decision? Does she actually believe she can change him? He is Snow, he is bad news, he is Capitol...but deep inside he is still Coriolanus. He is still Coryo. Or at least she hopes.

Looking out to the river, maybe it wasn't rough. Maybe it was misunderstood and ill guided. She won't know until she faces it. She feels a new sense. Calmer, safer even. Pulling out the guitar she tries to finish the lyrics to the forbidden song:

"Everyone wants to be like a hero—

The cake with the cream, or

The doer not dreamer.

Doing's hard work, It takes some to change things—

Like goat's milk to butter,

Like ice blocks to water.

This world goes blind

When children are dying.

I turn to dust, but

You never stop trying.

It's why I

Love you—

You're pure as the driven snow..."

She pauses, the words on the tip of her tongue refusing to come out. The song still brings her pain. She shutters as she looks away from the river. This is a mistake. She can never forgive Snow, let alone trust him again. She can never even look him in the eyes again. It doesn't matter though, soon he and his snow cold heart will be gone. And she can go back to her life at the camp, and help them find district 13. Never again will she see Snow.

That is the one thing that does make her smile.

Lucy sighs and strums her guitar as the wind blows her curly hair by.