I merely feel emptyness. A hollow of dead brush where flowers use to bloom.

Something inside me shuts down and I'm too numb to feel anything. It's like watching complete strangers in another Hunger Games. But I do notice they omit the part where I covered her in flowers. Right. Because even that smacks of rebellion.

So, what do you think they'll do to him?" I ask. Prim sounds about a thousand years old when she speaks. "Whatever it takes to break you.

Only.. I want to do die as myself

But the words are easy and soothing, promising tomorrow will be more hopeful than this awful piece o time we call today.

And suddenly, it's as if there's no one in the world but these two, crashing through space to reach each other. They collide, enfold, lose their balance, and slam against a wall, where they stay. Clinging into one being. Indivisible.

i can win but you cant lose, this makes us all even in our ways.