I walked slowly towards the train car, flipping my head to take one last look back at the district. My home. I would never come back. Ever.
As I turned my head away, I took one step forward into the train, and then promptly fell on my hands and knees. Tears began to run down my cheeks like a river, and I just couldn't face the truth. Not anymore.
Suddenly, I felt a light tap on my shoulder.
"Are you…okay?" The voice was calm, yet had a pang of worry in it.
I looked up into the eyes of a young man, his deep brown eyes glinting sorrowfully. He extended his hand out to me.
"Yes.." I muttered, taking his hand. It was surprisingly cool.
He smiled at me, flashing a gleaming row of white teeth. "I was the same way."
I gave a small snort.
"That's hard to believe."
"But it's true."
"Really?" I asked, wiping my eyes and raising my eyebrows questioningly.
"Uh-huh."
His smile still was shining bright.
"So.. "He asked calmly, "Who do I have the pleasure of meeting on this fine day?"
I smiled, laughing at his little joke.
"Maggie." I said." But everyone calls me Mags."
"Mags…" he said, thinking my name over. "Unusual. I like it."
"And who are you?" I asked, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
"Name's Ray, but everyone calls me Stingray."
"I can't imagine why!"
"I know!" he laughs, grasping my shoulder.
"Hey, Mags." He says, excitedly. "There a whole buffet of food over there, straight from the Capitol itself. And we both know that I can't eat all of that. At least not alone. So what do you say we go and have ourselves a little feast?"
I laugh, tossing my blond curls. "I would love that, Ray."