kill for your love - the hunger games

(087) she deserves this, you know that

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KILL FOR YOUR LOVE.

act three.

(chapter eighty-seven, she deserves this, you know that)

victor's village / train platform, 76 ADD.

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JUNIPER HALE HAD NOT booked a train for District Twelve. In fact, the thought hadn't even crossed her mind and the intention to do such a thing never came. Lucy Stevens was an idiot for thinking the Victor of the Seventy-Second would ever step foot into Twelve. 

("Right. Well, good." Lucy smiled. "Um... get your stuff then. The train leaves this afternoon... wow, I didn't actually think you would agree.")

A week had passed since Lucy Stevens left the district. Juniper had been standing at the platform with her hands dug into the pockets of her jacket, lies passing by her lips as she promised the other woman she would see her tomorrow. But as the redhead got onto the train with a small suitcase, a smile dancing upon her mouth, Juniper knew it would be the last time she ever saw Lucy. 

But with the absence of Lucy Stevens, the Hale woman couldn't seem to get the voices and thoughts out of her hollow yet cramped head. She was alone. She was completely, utterly alone. She had no-one she cared about in Ten anymore and if she even thought of leaving the Village to go for a walk or a stride in the main part of the district, the citizens would scatter before she could even get close to them. Juniper Hale was alone. Sorrowful. Depressed. Hollow. 

She couldn't seem to move from the couch. The rest of the house loomed empty, cold, and dark as the curtains were snapped shut and the doors were bolted so no light or warm air could enter. Juniper Hale was the ghost of who she once was as she curled into a ball, feeling every ache and pain her body caused her. 

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

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

Prim was dead. Prim was dead. Prim was dead.

Lucy was gone. Lucy was gone. Lucy was gone.

(This woman looked to be a skeleton, clothes hanging off of her with nearly every bone in view. Her flesh was a sickly, pale green with her eyes deep into their sockets. Her cheeks were sunken and her hair looked to be a mess, knotted beyond repair) 

The phone rang and rang sometimes. The shrill sound bounced off the thin walls of the house and right into the sensitive eardrums of Juniper Hale, but she never picked it up. She didn't have the energy nor the inkling of who it was to do such a thing. There was always a beep. Someone always left a message. But Juniper Hale didn't have the focus to wonder. 

Her eyes were hazy. Her hollow head was too heavy with thoughts and voices to lift up. Her joints ached and groaned. Her healing cuts hissed. Her shattered heart throbbed on the carpet. A headache appeared. The scratchiness of her throat never left. Her hair was matted. The only sense of comfort she got was from the material of the couch and the cushion she wrapped herself around. 

In. 

In. 

In. 

Finnick was dead. Annie was pregnant. Juniper left Johanna and Aurelius. Prim was dead. Katniss had betrayed her. Orion Hale was a traitor. Lucy left. Juniper was a murderer.