Disclaimer: Still, I don't quite own the Hunger Games. There's this little issue called copyright.
.: burnt :.
After her husband died, Mrs. Everdeen was a wreck. She could barely stand. She could barely talk. She could barely conjure the strength to move.
On one never-ending day, she heard the creak of the front door, heavy footsteps down the hall. Mr. Mellark stood in her doorframe and stared down at her with a solemn expression.
He didn't say he was sorry. He didn't give her a kiss. He didn't try to sympathize.
Quietly, he placed something on her nightstand and retreated out of the room.
Only later did she realize it was a loaf of burnt bread.
A/N: Such a semi-quick update from me! Tons of people have been asking for Mrs. Everdeen, but I think this only satisfies the requests of BookAddictForLife and a little bit of B-average girl (don't worry, I'll fully get to yours in the future!).
Not my best piece of work, but it's different, since it tells a story instead of a just glimpse into one of the character's lives. How you interpret this, good or bad, it's all up to you. ;)
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