kill for your love - the hunger games

(085) i thought we were starting to like each other

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KILL FOR YOUR LOVE.

act three.

(chapter eighty-five, i thought we were starting to like each other)

presidential mansion / train station, 75 ADD.

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THE ROOM WAS A MESS. Scraps of ripped material sprinkled the area like confetti. The water had seeped into the floorboards. The tables and chairs were still laying on their tops. The torn blankets were squashed into a ball on the wood. And one Juniper Hale stood in the middle of the mess.

The sun's rays waltzed around the room to a mute song. It highlighted the destruction, the light oozing into all the wrecked furniture and accessories. But despite the warmness of the sun that barely scratched at the surface, it was freezing within the room. A chill cascaded up and down Juniper's spine.

A searing pain fled throughout her being. Her shattered heart was tensing and tensing, her airways contracting as she panted for breath. Her hollow mind was filled with agonising thoughts of the day prior, all cramming inside her head, pushing against the wall of her skull. Tremors rippled through her body as her fingers twitched, as every limb and muscle started to cramp up.

(But, as always, the rage resulted with the Victor of the Seventy-Second falling into a heap of tears)

In. Out.

In. Out.

In. Out.

Juniper tried to breathe as she swallowed the lump in her throat, nearly choking at how tight her airways were. All the rage that had made her destroy the room had disappeared when she stumbled onto the bare bed, which only had its mattress and a singular pillow considering everything else was ripped, and closed her eyes.

In a nightmare-filled sleep, the anger seeped out of her being and now, she was just a hollow, pained, ghost of a soul as she stood amongst the wreckage, as thoughts and voices echoed around her fractured mind. Why didn't Katniss kill Snow? Why didn't Juniper say anything to Peeta? Why didn't she mutter a word to Annie?

(The porcelain shattered on the floorboards, the flowers flying everywhere as the water within the vase splashed into a huge mess)

The Hale woman balled her palms into fists, hissing slightly when her fingernails dug themselves into the open wounds in her flesh. The cuts weren't big, but deep as if some of the pieces from the broken vase had flown into her hands. There was blood dried up in her skin and, despite the tightness of her throat and airways, she gulped.

(They were tiny, but deep. Somehow, the porcelain bits from the smashed plates and cups managed to dig their way into the palm of Juniper's hands, some on her arms, and a good majority on the soles of her feet)

(Juniper Hale could never really like Katniss Everdeen for that long anyway)

Unclenching her fists, Juniper continued looking around the room. The flowers were starting to become shrivelled on the floor. The porcelain pieces of the shattered vase remained on the wood. There was frost covering the window, shielding the morning view of the greenery.