aroceu's ficWhat follows is the collapsing of the Games, a train ride back to District 12, and the piece of cloth in Katniss’s hands. They tell her the sun has risen, but she can’t see it past the fog. She is dead. She wishes she was.
What follows is the collapsing of the Games, a train ride back to District 12, and the piece of cloth in Katniss’s hands. They tell her the sun has risen, but she can’t see it past the fog. She is dead. She wishes she was.