Maybe I’ve been here before
I know this room, I’ve walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you
I want to do something, right here, right now, to shame them, to make them accountable, to show the Capitol that whatever they do or force us to do there is a par of every tribute they can’t own. That Rue was more than a piece in their Games. And so am I. A few steps into the woods grows a bank of wildflowers. Perhaps they are really weeds of some sort, but they have blossoms in beautiful shades of violet and yellow and white. I gather up an armful and come back to Rue’s side. Slowly, one stem at a time, I decorate her body in the flowers. Covering the ugly wound. Wreathing her face. Weaving her hair in bright colors. They’ll have to show it. Or, even if they choose to turn the cameras elsewhere at this moment, they’ll have to bring them back when they collect the bodies and everyone will see her then and know I did it. I step back and take one last look at Rue. She could really be asleep in that meadow after all. “Bye, Rue,” I whisper. I press the three middle fingers of my left hand against my lips and hold them out in her direction. Then I walk away without looking back.
do you ever cry because you only get feelings for villain characters even though you should hate them but you just can’t control it because you love them so much and want to wrap them in your arms and protect them from whatever made them so villainous
Harry Potter | Marauders’ Era
Bellatrix & Tom RiddlePolitics, her mother had said. Blacks don’t get mixed up in politics. She agreed. But this was so much more.
