Oriondruid: Thank you a ton for the huge amount of reviews you sent in. Like 10 reviews? I don't know, but it made me super happy(: Haha.
Mrs. Mellark15: I'm glad you liked it! And I'm definitely going to end up doing Snow to Katniss, but it will probably be awhile yet, only because his character is, like, impossible to write. But, make sure to check in just once in a while just in case I decide to publish his sooner than expected(:
Your hands are cool to the touch, and I shiver beneath them. I hear your soft words and I know you're scared. Your eyes drift over my body, my mutilated, dying body. It hurts so much.
I barely even lift up my hand before you grasp it and hold on tightly. "I am so sorry," I say. My voice is quiet, and for a moment I wonder if you even hear me, before you give a soft smile. Using your other hand, you brush my hair out of my face and shake your head.
"You have nothing to be sorry about," your voice cracks at the end and you bow your head. You were never one for words, quite the opposite in fact, but they warm my heart. My eyes glance down to your free hand and I see it's covered in my thick, rich blood. You feverishly begin to take out a small piece of cloth and dab at the wounds in my neck, but I shake my head. It will be no use, I'm dying.
I squeeze your hand, trying to communicate to you, to try and make you see that I am proud to have known you, that I can call you my friend. To try and thank you for not leaving me, and for that I am so grateful. But, most importantly, I am so scared, but I'm glad to have you next to me.
In a way, it's peaceful. The sun is shining down brightly, the birds are singing beautiful songs, and you are right here with me. I look at you one final time, and then I go.
Well, it's not as long as the past several chapter have been, but this scene was just so horrible to write. This was requested from animallover95, so I hope you enjoyed!
Thank you everyone(:
xoxo