Hello, for the last time. This has truly been an incredible journey. I can barely believe that it has come to an end. This is the final 76th drabble. I have gotten over 450 reviews, and almost a hundred favorites. I am truly taken back at the response I have gotten for this story. Although I will be sad to see it end, I can be happy too. I know that bigger and better things are sure to come. I hope to start Destined once I finish Better Lost Than Dead. If you miss my writing, you can always look at my other stories. I promise it won't be too long before Destined. Once again, thank you to all of my readers and followers. You make it worth my while to be a writer, and you are my inspiration. ~Jazzy
Games: 76
Key Word: End
POV: Machia Snow
End
I stand in the arena, sword ready. I want to be anywhere else but here. But this is my punishment. Even though I hated the Games, I have to pay for my grandfather's crimes. Though I don't complain.
I am the bigger person.
Because, as much as I want to live, I know that my death can end the horror that is the Hunger Games, once and for all. I was never one for heroes living happily-ever-after. The crowd wants my death, they want justice. It's unfair, but I can still smile.
Through my death, so many others will live.