CAROLINE STOOD PARALYZED unable to comprehend all the emotions running through her. Here she is, the last one standing, with nothing but a cold breeze hitting her face. The undying of emotions that swept to her like a hurricane. What should she be feeling? Or what is the correct emotion that she should be feeling because everything is too overwhelming.
Solace. The weird sense of calmness she feels after all this mess as the ruby red stain on her clothes began to suffocate her but yet relief washed over her. A sense of relief that she will get to see another day, see the bright sun that shone beautifully against her golden lock, the blue bright sky that reminds her of the strength of her mother.
Guilt. For the other tributes who won't get to see another day. Caroline felt tears prinkle in her but she did not want to let it out and seem insolent.
