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*Chapter inspired by .315
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Dear Foxface,
Although that isn't your real name, I think everyone in the arena referred to you as Foxface. You were a clever one. I never knew you were stalking me in the arena. When I was camouflaged myself as a rock, I would sometimes see a fiery flash of red. One day you stopped by the river, and you refilled your water. You didn't know I was so close. I could have easily killed you, but I didn't want the games to change me. I didn't want to be another piece in their games. When the games were over though, I realize we all were. The games will always change you, even if you don't kill. I remember picking those berries, thinking they were safe. I thought if I placed them on my jacket, the berries would blend in. I wish I knew they were poisonous, then maybe you wouldn't have had to die like that. I guess it was a good way to die in the end. At least another tribute didn't torture you with their words. At least you weren't mocked during your death. It wasn't a long, slow, painful death. It was short, quick, and easy. I wish no one had to die in the end though. You would have made an amazing victor, if you won. If Katniss, or I couldn't win, I wanted you, Thresh, or Rue to win. Rest in peace Foxface, and stay sneaky.
From, Peeta
A/N: The cogs in my brain are just not moving tonight. REVIEWS= INSPIRATION!