Hey everyone. I hope you guys are feeling good and stuff. I admit it, I'm feeling really depressed and discouraged right now. I just don't know what to do. Other then write a really sad drabble, that is. I hope I'll feel better tomorrow, so then I can write something happier. ~Jazzy
Games: 42
Key Word: Sorrow
POV: 3rd person, Mara Wills, district 11
Sorrow
He had died in the games. Final three. She had so expected him to return. So wanted him to. But the fates were cruel. They denied her what she wanted.
She had watched him die.
They said she would feel better later. After a year. Maybe two. But the years passed by and the pain never lessened. She wiped a solitary tear away from her eye.
Who was she fooling? She would never feel better. Why did she always act like it? Why did she act happy around her friends? She was done with the façade. And she cried.
