The Goodbyes

TW: Contains mentions of sexual assault

Disclaimer: I do not own the song featured in Mia's POV, full credits go to Roxen and her song Amnesia which I really like

LEVI VERSCACE (15)

DISTRICT EIGHT MALE

"Levi Verscace!"

Levi could no longer hold back the torrent of tears that had been banging on the front door of his eyes ever since the stupid escort belched out his name. He let out a choked sob, making a feeble, pathetic attempt at suppressing the tears that splurged down his pale cheeks.

Feeble.

Pathetic.

Two words that had perfectly summed up his reaction to being Reaped. He had managed to prevent a total breakdown, but the petrified look on his face, the way his knuckles turned white as ghosts, how he'd blanked out when Ceri had extended her hand to shake his, all of those pathetic actions had practically sealed his reputation's fate.

"No more than a snivelling little piece of cannon fodder," he'd heard the escort tell Woof and Calico. He'd heard Calico retort, but how could anyone deny the truth behind Magenta Bloomfield's words? That sentence, spiked with ten words able to pierce deep into his heart, was nothing short of the morbid truth.

Even as he had slowly climbed up the stage, he'd heard all of the whispers behind his back, quiet murmurs from the children who thought they were out of earshot.

Stupid.

Idiotic.

Cowardly.

Walking Corpse.

He squeezed his wrists together, furiously tapping his fingernails against one another.

Levi was going to die, there was no denying that fact.

Burying his face into the velvet couch he'd been allowed to sit on in the Justice Building, he began to scream into the cotton surface, the muffled sounds inaudible to the world outside, but dripping heavily with all of his woes and miseries.

Levi didn't want to die, he wanted to go home, to run away to the Bienville Forest with Riley and search for lost gold like they used to do. Oh, how he longed to return to those blissful, happy days. His mind drifted off to a particularly lovely memory of him holding Riley's warm, gentle hand and running through tranquil meadows of fresh green grass fragrant with the smell of fresh rain, their blades shining with fresh raindrops that contained tiny rainbows within their little surfaces. The trees had stood around in a loving circle, every now and then a branch would prod him, imploring him to confess his feelings to the beautiful queen who held his hand and gave him the most dazzling of smiles as they were running. The birds had sung whimsical songs that sounded vaguely romantic, and Levi had felt himself sink into a pit of embarrassment as they flew around the pair, sending a cloud of leaves flying into the air in the shape of what seemed like a big heart. The map Riley held in her other hand, filled with ancient directions to a rumoured treasure hidden by Captain Williams before the Dark Days. And when they went home, laughing and wheezing, they would bake the most delicious of muffins together, the sweet aroma of baked goodness filling the air, the delectable taste of their treats incomparable.

Such bliss.

His thoughts came to a shattering halt when the wooden door of his room swung open, slamming against the wall with a resounding thud! Levi spun around rapidly, letting out a soft yelp as he began to rub his sore, tear-stained eyes furiously with his shirt. Whoever it was, he didn't want them to know about his breakdown.

What's the point, there's a puddle of tears on the couch and on the floor, he thought but his instincts took over, compelling him to hide his face as a bright light infiltrated the rather dark room, seeping through his fingers that hid his botched face.

He didn't want them to see him in his current mess of a state.

"Levi?" Riley's sweet voice was tinged with fear. Levi peeked through his fingers, chewing his upper lip as Riley, dressed in her beautiful violet Reaping dress, stepped into the room, her turbulently calm eyes trying to mask a petrified look.

Oh gosh, not her.

Levi's heart instantly began to switch to panic mode, his emotions suddenly flaring up in a haywire fashion at the mere presence of his crush. He backed into the couch, trembling frantically as Riley began to approach. She was a warrior marching towards her wounded opponent. With every stride she took, Levi felt the fear rising further up his throat, the terror screaming louder and louder in his mind.

"Levi, it's- it's gonna be alright," Riley reassured, seemingly appalled by his actions. She lunged forward, wrapping him in a bear hug, the tears brimming in her eyes. That was when Levi lost control. He began to wail again, pouring out his deep, heartfelt pain and misery upon Riley, bemoaning his fate, lamenting his death.

"I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die!" he exclaimed between strangled cries, every fibre of his being quaking tremendously in Riley's firm embrace.

"Levi, you will win, you hear me?" Riley implored, cupping her hands around his face and staring him right in the eyes. "You will come home alive."

Levi shook his head, his teeth chattering from fright. "No, I-"

Before he could continue, Riley pulled his face closer to hers and pressed her lips against his.

The world seemed to stop right there and then.

Levi found himself returning the kiss, hugging her as tightly as he could, not wanting to let go. They just stood there, two kids about to be separated possibly for good, yet connected by a bond no one could ever break. Riley pulled away, gasping slightly for air, but her smile was intact and pure. A tugging sensation pulled at Levi's lips and soon, the pair found themselves laughing before kissing again.

And in that moment, Levi felt that maybe, just maybe, Riley was right after all, he could win.

RONAN AQUARIUS (18)

DISTRICT FOUR MALE

This wasn't supposed to happen.

Ronan wrung his wrists together as he sat on the sea-green couch, gritting his teeth, giving the blue clock on the wall a cold, hard stare. It was an item manufactured in the Capitol, the ones responsible for this.

The Reaping was still fresh in his memory, every single vivid detail burning brightly like embers in the back of his mind. He could remember the pitiful looks Willuna and the Victors kept on shooting him as he marched up the stage, the slight groan from Quianna as she gave him an impatient look, the relieved sighs from the kids who had once again escaped the menacing claws of the Reaping. At one point, a feeble hope had blossomed in his heart that one of the wealthy kids or pirate boys would raise their hands and volunteer, just as Quianna had done, but alas, in District Four, despite the rapidly growing Career Academy, volunteers only popped up every once in a while.

And yet, despite his frustration at what just happened, there was another feeling slowly bubbling within him, warming the cockles of his heart. He couldn't quite fathom how it had gotten there, but it was pouncing upon his inner anger, his inner frustrations, gobbling them up as it sought to become the dominant emotion within Ronan.

Excitement.

Glancing out of the tiny square window in his room, he could see District Four's familiar, rather boring blue summer sky, brightly lit up by the warm sun. And from outside, he could hear the faint sound of waves splashing against the walls of the coastal Justice Building.

It was all so boring, so common, such ordinary sights and sounds.

But it was also safe, and the world beyond could be dangerous, cruel, unforgiving.

However, sometimes danger was a good thing.

He yearned to see the world beyond, to travel and visit places that he'd only ever read about in minute detail. Were there really giant buildings in the Capitol that could scrape the sky? Was it true that everyone owned a car there? Were there really lush parks with fantastical fountains and fruit groves flourishing with fruits from all across Panem? Did the night sky really light up with a million lights there? Were the people really have such quirky fashion senses? Questions upon questions upon whispers upon rumours. Ronan longed to find out the answers to them and see the 'Great City' with his own eyes, the city often referred to as the 'City of Dreams' in local folklore. Stories about the place had been passed down from generation to generation from the time when citizens of Four were allowed to visit the Capitol, and these stories had always filled Ronan with a sense of wonder.

And now, he had finally gotten the chance to see it for himself.

Sure, it would come at the cost of his safety and possibly his life, but Ronan was starting to see the bright side of things. Regardless of how much he despised their ideals, there was no denying the fact that the Capitol made for an impeccable travel destination, a place of adventure and excitement.

And the train ride through other Districts would be incredible too.

Ronan let out a wistful sigh, a tiny smile tugging at his lips as he sat there, anticipating the departure of the train and the start of the greatest voyage of his life, taking apart the fact that this voyage would likely result in his own demise purely for a sick, disgusting form of entertainment.

This was the moment he'd been dreaming about, wasn't it?

The door creaked open, interrupting Ronan's thoughts, something he didn't find very nice at all. He got up hurriedly, staring ahead with a cold, annoyed expression. "Who is it and what the fuck do you want?" he growled.

"It's me, Ronan," came the soft voice of Yukine, the usually confident ring in his words had completely evaporated, parting ways to reveal a deep sense of fear.
Ronan's expression quickly softened, and he let out a sigh. Yukine entered the room, his eyes puffy and red from crying. Ronan sauntered over, kissing his boyfriend on top of his head. "Hey there bitch, it's alright, I'm gonna fucking win this, yeah?"

Yukine glanced up at him. Swallowing hard, he nodded quickly, his eyes shifting back and forth between Ronan and the floor. "Yeah, it's just that, Qui, her family…"

Ronan scowled. "What did they do to you, Yuki? Tell me, I'll make them pay!"

Yukine shook his head, biting hard on his lip. Ronan held Yukine's face, gazing at him with concern, which was odd because he was the one going into a deathmatch. But in that moment, his boyfriend's wellbeing mattered far more than his. "Did they say something to hurt you?" he asked, his voice lowering by an octave, tainted with a bit more sweetness.

The expression on Yukine's face was pretty telling that they had indeed said something, and Ronan felt his excitement fade back into anger, but this time not towards the Capitol.

No, he was angry at the Raffertys for hurting Yukine.

"I didn't see Quianna, I think she was trying to avoid her parents at all costs, and- well, let's just say, I could definitely see why." A tear slid down Yukine's cheek as he began to vent out his emotions, but Ronan wiped it away with his thumb. "They hurled insults at me, them and this dude who I think is her brother or something, I don't know. They began to taunt me and push me around until Willuna came and yelled at them to buzz off."

Ronan wrapped Yukine in a tight embrace. Making a mental note to thank his escort for her actions later on, he gave Yukine another kiss. "They're nothing more than a bunch of stupid, aristocratic pieces of shit, don't listen to them, alright?" As he said those words, he made a second mental note: if he managed to win, he'd beat the crap out of the Raffertys, showing them a nice little bit of justice for what they'd done to Yukine.

Yukine nodded, but he didn't say anything more. Ronan was perfectly alright with that. He was there to absorb the shock inside Yukine, after all. The pair stood there hugging for what could well be the last time in their lives.

One final heartfelt moment before he embarked on the Great Adventure.

LAURA ACKERMAN (13)

DISTRICT NINE FEMALE

Laura was stunned.

Stunned beyond words, beyond movement, beyond comprehension.

Sitting on the edge of her corn yellow couch in the Justice Building, she could barely will herself to move even a muscle, her heart and mind still horribly numb from the Reaping.

It had all happened so quickly, she hadn't had time to respond.

Her eyes were glazed over, trapped in a locked chest of mindless thoughts and voices that screamed inside her head.

She was just a child, too young to die.

Laura was scared, that bit she could very well admit. Scared of dying. Scared of the arena. All those years trying so desperately hard to cling onto childhood, they were unravelling right before her eyes at that very moment, having been undone as soon as the escort pulled her name out of the Reaping bowl.

She could no longer maintain a hold of her childish innocence, any hope of doing so would be blown to bits the second she stepped foot into that arena.

Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to try to relax, but it was near impossible. It felt like she was fighting a million demons within her, all trying to vie for control over her emotions. Her vision began to blur slightly as her head spun, filling her with a dizzying sensation that sowed seeds of white horror in her heart.

No, stop it. Laura summoned a gust of energy and slapped herself in the face. Perhaps the blow had been a little too hard, though. She winced, pain throbbing in her cheek, but this pain was far from alien to her. Not at all. Rubbing her cheek with her red palm, she took a deep breath, allowing her tense muscles to relax a little. The slap had served its purpose, the voices had gone quiet, the numbness within her had subsided, she was free from the stun that had overtaken her during the Reaping.

But it was too late. All of Panem had seen her standing frozen in the crowd. Her chances of winning the audience were in tatters.

Laura gritted her teeth. If only she'd been able to muster up even the tiniest bit of courage when the cameras were rolling, her odds of making it out might have been higher. But alas, the voices had won this battle. She had succumbed to them in that one moment.

But she would not repeat that mistake.

Balling her fists, she took yet another deep breath before her family and Caddie would undoubtedly walk through those doors and cry in her shoulders. Laura Ackerman was here to win, not to act like a stunned deer caught in headlights.

She was here to fight the demons of her mind and the demons of the arena.

She was not going down without a fight.

Just then, the door swung open. Laura perked up, expecting to see her mother walk through the door for a final goodbye.

But it wasn't Dawn Ackerman.

It was Catullus.

Laura gasped as the looming figure of her boss, the most wicked Peacekeeper of them all, appeared at the threshold. He was dressed in his Peacekeeper uniform, a tiny chocolate stain visibly adorning his collar. But the most defining feature about him was that smile of his. Not a wholly evil one, but one that was calm, orderly, well-mannered. His eyes betrayed his real personality though. They glinted with malice, wide in their wickedness, giving him the vibe of a serial killer staring down at its next victim.

Laura glared daggers at the man before her. She stood her ground in a casually defensive position, fists clenched as rightly as possible. She wasn't going to back away from this monster, and yet she wasn't going to surrender to him either.

If he made so much as an attempt to go near her, she would for once, fight back.

After all, did she really have anything to lose?

"What are you doing here?" she hissed, narrowing her eyes.

Catullus cackled softly, making small, discrete steps towards her. Laura cracked her knuckles, as a sort of warning to him. Catullus cackled even more. "Oh, you think you can fight me? Keep dreaming girlie, I'd crush you like a bug. Besides, why wouldn't I want to visit one of my favourite servants, eh?" He scooted over, too fast for Laura to react with her fists. Leaning closer to her, he whispered, "Seems like your lies have finally been revealed, eh?"

Laura growled at him. So what if people found out that she wasn't sixteen? It wasn't as though she would ever have to work another day of her life again. "Get out, Catullus," she snarled. "Or-"

Catullus didn't let her finish. He lunged at her, catching her off guard. Laura screamed, her insides freezing up in terror once more.

Oh gosh, what the-

The big brute pinned her to the couch, putting his entire weight on her body. A hundred and seventy pounds of body mass and heavy uniform collided on top of her, crushing her under the sheer weight. Her ribs ached, her legs felt like they were on fire, Laura was screaming at the top of her lungs for help, but she wondered if anyone could even hear her. What if the walls were soundproof? That would be nothing short of disastrous for her. Catyllus's smile warped, shifting into one that was covered from end to end with red cruelty and slimy evil. He began to run a hand up her leg as Laura tried to struggle, screaming, kicking, doing everything she could to break free.

"Hold still, my dear," Catullus taunted. "This will be a very pleasurable experience."

Laura was, however, not in the mood for such experiences. Prying a hand free, she lifted her fist, and with all the might she had, just as the Peacekeepers stormed into the room, looking utterly bewildered by the scene before them, Laura punched Catullus square in the face. She let out a deafening cry as she did so, a cry for battle and bloodshed for this tormentor of hers, one who deserved to be punished for even thinking about committing such a foul act to her.

The big man crumpled to a heap as Peacekeepers began to handcuff and drag him away, groaning and muttering in pain. Blood was splattered all over his face.

Laura didn't care. She took a shaky breath and wiped her dress, but there was a look of satisfaction upon her face.

She had finally given Catullus a taste of his own medicine.

MIA KELLER (18)

DISTRICT TWO FEMALE

Mia would have been perfectly fine if Alyaa was her only visitor.

Alyaa had rushed into the room, a terrified expression pasted on her face as she leapt right at Mia, embracing her tightly. Time seemed to grind to a halt there and then, as they made their final goodbyes before Mia would be whisked off to the Capitol.

"I'm gonna miss you," Alyaa whispered softly in her ear, her breath smelling of the fresh strawberries that they had always loved to eat whenever money was available.

Mia nodded, flashing Alyaa a warm, kindred smile. "I know, Alyaa, I'll miss you too. But you have to stay strong for me, alright? I'll only be gone for a couple of weeks tops, I promise."

Alyaa's eyes clouded over with a sudden injection of panic. "But what if you don't come back? What if you die? What if-"

Mia gripped her shoulders firmly. Bending down to Alyaa's eye level, she gave her adopted sister a reassuring look, laced with all the calmness she could muster. "Alyaa, I will come back, and that's a promise. I've never broken a promise, have I?"

Alyaa gave her a small nod, the doubt still evident on her face as she began to shake slightly. "I'm just scared that the older kids will-"

"They won't do anything to hurt you, I made sure they promised not to," Mia told her. And indeed she had. Perhaps it had taken a bit too much force and aggression on her part, and alright, maybe she had slammed Lysander's head against the wall and barked at him until he began to bawl.

But hey, she had gotten all of them to sign a promise with Lyme acting as witness.

And Lyme was the last person you'd want to break a promise with.

This morning though, she'd been told that Lysander was under arrest after his DNA was found in Alvaro's house, the brutish boy having been found poisoned and in a critical condition. Apparently, his foot had to be amputated and replaced with a bionic one after suffering irreparable damage as a result of the poison. Alyaa hadn't known about any of this, Mia wanted to shield her from this horrific bit of news. Instead, she had merely claimed that Alvaro and Lysander had both gotten into trouble and Maximon had to step in as the new volunteer, something Mia had to admit he'd accepted a bit too eagerly. She knew about the bullying he'd faced at Alvaro and Lysander's hands in his younger days, but still the way his eyes gleamed with delight, the way his lips curled into a cunning smile, his reaction just seemed so wrong.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Alyaa, something she greatly welcomed. Thinking about her District partner made her way too uneasy for comfort. "Can you sing something for me?" Alyaa asked, her voice small, as if she were unsure if Mia would say yes. She looked at Mia with big, pleading eyes, that look upon her face a hypnotic one. How could Mia possibly say no to her?

"Of course," Mia replied, and she cleared her throat. Shoving aside her nerves towards the future, after all she was only human and as such was a little nervous about the Games, she began to sing in as melodic a voice as she could garner.

"Once upon a time I used to know a girl,

Ripped jeans, messy hair, shinin' like a pearl,

Like a summer day she could push the night so far away."

The lyrics had been from an ancient song passed down from generation to generation in her family, the original tune deriving from a place called Roman-ya or something of that sort. At any rate, it was a song that Alyaa particularly liked and Mia felt it was only fitting that this would be the last song they sang together before the Games.

As Mia sang, the memories of all the happy moments she'd spent with Alyaa began to course through her head like a swirling river, swallowing up all of her fears and worries in a quick torrent, leaving behind in its wake an odd, peaceful serenity in her mind, one Mia hadn't experienced in what seemed like an eternity. Once Alyaa joined her in the chorus and the pair sang together in harmony, it felt as though the air had been enveloped by music, all the nervous tension expelled by their voices, the lyrics about self love ploughing away the weeds of doubt that had once clung rooted to the ground.

Magic was in the air and Mia didn't want to lose control of it.

Alas, they had to interrupt this heartfelt singing session. Mia and Alyaa pulled away in alarm as the door slammed open with a deafening bang! Mia raised her eyebrows, wondering who else could possibly wish to see her. She didn't have any close friends who cared enough about her to visit, nor did she have any surviving biological family members.

So who the heck was it?

A black boot stepped through the doorway, marked with a tiny four-leaved clover pin and it dawned on Mia who this mystery visitor was.

Julia Dawson.

The 'Nazi' Victor, as she called herself, was known to viciously spread hatred and discriminatory views everywhere she went. Everyone in Two loathed her with a burning passion for all of her fiery speeches, her searing insults, her racist actions, and as such she was practically banished from society, cast away to her home in the Victors' Village where she hosted frequent meetings with like-minded monsters.

She was the Victor who was never meant to be.

But what on earth was she doing here?

The tall, imposing figure of the blonde woman packed with muscle soon came into view, dressed in a dark uniform with a symbol Reyna once told her was called a 'swastika' stitched onto her breast pocket. Her cold eyes bored directly into Mia's soul, before they flickered away from her and straight at Alyaa. Instantly, a scowl darkened upon her face.

"Chew," she hissed. "That girl's a 'Chew', get her out of my sight!"

Chew.

Some people claimed it was spelt as 'Jew', but Mia didn't care. Julia made it sound like such a derogatory term, as if being one was a crime against humanity. But these identities, these 'Chew', 'Aryan', 'Slavick' identities that she babbled nonstop about, had long faded away, being replaced by the simple acceptance that everyone was human, except perhaps the monsters in power.

She wrapped her arms around Alyaa protectively, the poor younger girl withering under the cold stare of the Nazi Victor. Glowering at Julia with eyes smeared in red hot ire, she moved a step towards the older woman, shifting her body such that Alyaa would be shielded from her. "What the hell do you want?" she demanded.

Julia's eyes twinkled. "Why, to talk to you about your duties as a member of the Ary-"

"GET AWAY FROM HER!" From not too far away, Mia could hear the loud, enraged roar of Ragnar as he bounded straight at Julia, his footsteps thundering through the building. Their ensuing brawl didn't concern Mia, however. She was busy consoling Alyaa, hugging her tight because she was too scared of letting go, too scared to let her slip away.

But their magical moment had been ruined.

WILLUNA AMORA (29)

DISTRICT FOUR ESCORT

There was always a hidden place.

The Justice Building in District Four was filled with loads of such places, all stowed away from the range of cameras or voice recorders. The Peacekeepers themselves, some of whom hailed from Four, didn't seem to care about the lack of enforcement in this building.

Not when they too were part of the grand scheme they had devised.

Slipping into the Nautilus Room, a small, old room filled with nautical charts and old sea maps, she peeked around to ensure no Peacekeepers disloyal to the rebel cause were watching her, before shutting the door and making a beeline for a telephone on an old wooden desk. The telephone had been prepared for her by Marina, the person who had first told her about the rebellion and Districts Thirteen and Fourteen. Back then, Willuna had laughed right in her face, expecting the whole fiasco to be nothing short of utter bollocks, but then she'd gotten that first call from Oakette, and the pieces finally clicked into her head. That Oakette woman deserved far more credit though, she could mince together words to achieve the perfect outcome so flawlessly. And somehow, she had managed to rope Willuna into the rebel forces.

And she had no intention of leaving.

Picking up the phone, staring at its powder blue surface, Willuna thought about how it reminded her painfully of the telephone in the room that she and her brother Louis shared when they were kids.

It brought back bad memories of bullying, scorning and favouritism.

Louis isn't my brother, she reminded herself. Real brothers wouldn't act like monsters to their sister, wouldn't mock her all her life, wouldn't abandon her in her times of need.

He was just a brat she happened to grow up alongside.

Pushing away the thoughts about Louis, Willuna began to dial a number on the telephone, a special number that had been passed to her by word of mouth, for fear of the repercussions if a written copy of the number was ever to be discovered by the Capitol. Pressing the phone to her ear, she could hear a soft chime trickle into her eardrums as the telephone lines tried to reach Oakette over in faraway District Four.

"Come on, come on, pick up," she murmured underneath her breath, a hand impatiently resting on her hip.

The phone crackled and a chirpy, female voice could be heard over on the other end, her distinct accent brimming with energy. "Howdy, who's this?"

"Hey there Dawn, it's me, Willuna," Willuna responded, biting her tongue as she said those words. Oh, it just had to be Dawn Lind, of all people who picked up the phone. Why couldn't it have been Remus, or maybe Joseph, or better still, Oakette herself? Willuna bit back a sigh, and rolled her eyes as Dawn clicked her tongue.

"Willuna, so lovely to see you again," Dawn murmured, the chirpiness having vanished from her voice. She seemed significantly more deflated now, her voice had turned dark, the sharpness of certain words she spoke was unmissable. Willuna had never quite figured out why Dawn seemed to hate her so much. Was it something she'd said or done in the past? Either way, Dawn simply refused to let whatever matter there was between them go, acting like the bitch she was.

"Alright, cut the pleasantries, I've got news," Willuna snapped, taking deep breaths to avoid losing her patience with Dawn, something she did way too often for anyone's liking.

"Well spill it then, go on, I haven't got all day," Dawn muttered.

Willuna bit back an insult. She was really testing her patience and threading on a fine line at the moment, just one final remark away from seeing Willuna pop up in Fourteen herself for the sole purpose of strangling her.

"We've gotten Captain Holtmann and Rear Admiral Neves on our side, they've allowed us to construct our weapons factory near the Southern Borderlands where their Peacekeeper jurisdiction lies, plus they've also signed up as part of the rebel army," Willuna informed her, trying to sound as polite as she could.

Dawn gave a bored yawn, followed by some slow capping. "Good work, whatever, okay bye." She hung up there and then.

Willuna stared at the phone for a second. Steam billowed out from her ears and nostrils. Her face was seething red with fiery rage. Against her own will, she slammed the phone that reminded her so much of Louis as hard as she could onto the desk, before storming off with a puff.

The disrespect, the shade, the actual nerve.

Willuna wished she could slap Dawn, punch her in the face and demand answers to her treatment of Willuna.

But alas, she could not.

Because those stupid Raffertys had begun shouting at the top of their lungs again. Yelling and screaming penetrated the air, the atmosphere was perforated with the smell of spoiled brats and the melody of loud thumps and crashes. It seemed that only ten minutes after Willuna had torn them away from Ronan's boyfriend, they had harnessed the energy of chaos once more. Willuna gritted her teeth. If only she didn't have to work this job to support her daughter Portia, then she never would have to put up with this utter crap.

Whatever, she had no control over the winds of fate, there was no use whining about it.

A/N: There we go, the Goodbyes are done and dusted! Whose POV did you like the most? Whose POV do you want to see next? Let me know your thoughts in the reviews! Thank you to everyone who has reviewed so far, these reviews really do make my day. Anyway, as mentioned above, if you want to listen to the full lyrics of the song Mia and Alyaa sang, go check out Amnesia by Roxen! And yea, I think that's all for today, folks. See you next time for the train rides! Cheers :)