kill for your love - the hunger games

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KILL FOR YOUR LOVE.

act three.

(chapter eighty-two, in. out. in. out. in. out.)

the presidential mansion, 75 ADD.

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JUNIPER WAS GIVEN A room in the presidential mansion to herself and she immediately felt uneasy. The bedroom was too extravagant, too grandeur that it must have held secrets. The bed was slightly too perfect with its mahogany frame and its embroidered sheets. The chair in the corner looked too fine with the intricate details carved in the arm and backrests. The carpet was too finely sewn and placed in the centre of the area. And even the bathroom was too clean, too perfect. It was like the bedroom was holding a facade, this magnificent edition of itself only to hold the most gruesome memories, the most terrible secrets. 

And not only did Juniper Hale feel uneasy about staying in that bedroom, she felt sick to her stomach about residing in the presidential mansion. Snow had lived there, eaten there, partied there, killed there. Who knew how many associates of his had been murdered in the rooms of the house? Who knew what horrible things happened here? 

("Yes." Peeta nodded. "Yes, they did. Yesterday. Snow made me watch it. He's talking about making me do another one... but I've heard things, Juniper. In the mansion. Rumours about the rebels.")

The Hale woman took a deep breath as she sat upright in the ginormous bed, her body feeling weighed down by the embroidered sheets. When she had been given a room to stay in, she did not wander around the mansion like Johanna did. She went to sleep immediately, though her sleep consisted of tossing and turning.

But now, the morning sun beamed through the window, its rays dancing over the old furniture, waltzing its way to Juniper's face as she squinted her eyes. Now that the sun was out, she could have a better view outside and so, tossing her legs over the side of the bed and standing up, she crossed over to the window.

The snow caressed the outer world. Flakes flew down softly from the blue sky, nestling their way into the branches of the trees and bushes, causing a carpet of white on the grass. Birds flew by every now and then, lounging on the window sill or soaring high. 

Everything looked peaceful. 

Juniper sucked in a deep breath, closing her eyes slightly. Whilst everything looked peaceful, the bad feeling that had stitched itself deep into the layers of the Hale woman's being did not disappear. It did not unravel itself away from her. It was still there, beating, thudding. The bad feeling did not go away. 

Finnick was dead. Finnick was dead. Finnick was dead.

Annie was pregnant. Annie was pregnant. Annie was pregnant.

("I will." Finnick smiled softly before kissing her right cheek, her left cheek, and her forehead. "I love you. I love you. I love you.")

("I can't... why did he have to die? I can't raise a kid by myself!")

The Victor from Ten felt a trail of wetness go down her cheek, but she didn't have the energy to wipe it away. Finnick was dead. He was gone and he was never coming back. But why him? Out of everyone in Squad Four-Five-One, why did Finnick Odair have to die? Why did he have to leave?