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.: cannot :.
Prim and Mother sit at the table in silence, only broken by an occasional sob or hiccup from the younger one.
Neither of them touches the dinner that was laid out so delicately in front of them by Prim, and prepared by Katniss. The name is too much like a bullet in this house, unspoken but ripping through the very walls and breaking their hearts like plates.
"I… I can't," Prim whispers, her voice so low that Mother can barely hear it, and pushes her plate away.
Mother reaches a hand across the table and grips Prim's. "I can't either."
A/N: A drabble about that night after the Reaping. I hope I managed to capture the pain that they went through. And I know Katniss never refers to her mom as Mother, but if I had to put 'the' in front of it each time… well, that'd be a waste of my one hundred words.
I won't be able to post for the next two weeks because I'm going on vacation. So I'm sorry if I don't get to replying to reviews or anything, because I won't be able to check my email.
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