aroceu's ficThe first time a convicted murderer dies of a heart attack in their jail cell, no one thinks anything of it.
A week later, when it happens again, it’s almost innocuous enough. It gets brought up in lecture.
Wei Ying says, “What difference does it make? They’ll die one way or another.”
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.