But just the fact that he was sparkling leads me to doubt everything that happened.
They recognize me. Of course they recognize me. My face is uncovered and I'm standing here outside of District 12 pointing an arrow at them. Who else would I be?
And random bits of happiness, like Finnick and Annie's newborn boy.
Something small and quiet, like a match being struck, lights up the gloom inside of me.
Doors are for those who lack enemies.
Because I can't handle the nightmares. Not without you.