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randomshit2013-01-03 12:58 am
accidentalrebellion) wrote in randomshit2013-01-03 12:58 am
moving on is impossible when i still see it all in my head (closed;)
["And that, my friends, is how a revolution dies."
It's that, that and a laugh, the cruelest and most grating imaginable, that have spent an entire night in her thoughts. For once, instead of nightmares, she saw images of a sneer and a pair of judgmental eyes that only made her blood boil under her skin.
Haymitch, who betrayed her. Haymitch, who betrayed them both. Haymitch, who lost any right to an opinion, any right to call himself a mentor (not that he was ever much of one in the first place), the moment he decided to double-cross her and lie to her.
But he's right. He's always right.
And that's the worst part.
By the time she trudges toward Command the following afternoon, her anger hasn't abated. Far from it. It's set in every line of her face, apparent in a hard glint in her eyes and in the way her breaths continue to come shorter than they should. When a stray glance alerts her to his imminent presence, for the first time since she clawed his face on the hovercraft, there's no incentive to stop or change her course.
She's prepared to keep right on walking.]
It's that, that and a laugh, the cruelest and most grating imaginable, that have spent an entire night in her thoughts. For once, instead of nightmares, she saw images of a sneer and a pair of judgmental eyes that only made her blood boil under her skin.
Haymitch, who betrayed her. Haymitch, who betrayed them both. Haymitch, who lost any right to an opinion, any right to call himself a mentor (not that he was ever much of one in the first place), the moment he decided to double-cross her and lie to her.
But he's right. He's always right.
And that's the worst part.
By the time she trudges toward Command the following afternoon, her anger hasn't abated. Far from it. It's set in every line of her face, apparent in a hard glint in her eyes and in the way her breaths continue to come shorter than they should. When a stray glance alerts her to his imminent presence, for the first time since she clawed his face on the hovercraft, there's no incentive to stop or change her course.
She's prepared to keep right on walking.]