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…"
