Yo readers! How goes y'alls life? I just wrapped some Christmas gifts and I'm ready to drabble it up! This drabble was inspired by a character of mine from my other story "Better Lost Than Dead" (If you haven't read it yet, I recommend it!) who is blind. She's from the 57th games, but oh well. Why not put it here? ~Jazzy

Games: 34

Key Word: Blind
POV:
Cinnamon Ruther's, district 8

Blind

"I'm sorry Cinnamon, but it can't be fixed. Not by us." The words stung, but I knew the truth behind them. My stylist turned away, and I felt the rush of air from his parting.

"So I have to go like this?" I asked, gesturing towards my unseeing eyes.

"Yes." He said softly. "We can't fix blindness from birth, only from accidents. I am truly sorry." I knew he was. I was sorry for him. His tribute didn't have a chance in the arena.

"What now?" I questioned.

"We hope. That's all we can do…"