What if... snowbaird

Are we out of the woods?

"Lucy Gray! Lucy Gray are you trying to kill me!?" He was screaming my name while I ran. I knew I couldn't trust him but something inside of me was telling e to run back to him. As I ran through the forest I realised I didn't want to leave without saying good bye, so I gathered all my strength left and started to sing.

Are you?
Are you?
Coming to the tree,
Where they strung up a man
They say he murdered three
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met up at mid-night
In the hanging tree

As soon as I started the song the mocking jays quickly picked up and sang with me. I could hear him go crazy, his rage was running through the trees, as the mocking jays got closer to him, he started to scream my name and I knew that was my last chance to finally get away, to once and for all leave all of these memories behind, to start a new life far from the districts and the capitol.

"Lucy Gray!, Lucy Gray!" He kept screaming my name as I kept running away from the sound. After some minutes running I couldn't hear him, It was quiet. I decided it was best for me to wait sometime under the trees to try and hide from a possibility of him finding me. After some minutes, I started to make my way back to the old cabin by the lake.

As I walked, I found a pile of dead mocking jays, I couldn't believe what he had done. There was no sign of him, I quickly reached the cabin and realised his things were gone and so were the guns. I accepted the fait he had chosen for himself knowing he would never get back to me, though a part of me still had faith in a part of him that would stay covered from all the darkness he had been corrupted to.

As I took all this information in, I started to sob loudly leaving apart the fear of getting caught. My Coriolanus, My love, he was gone. I couldn't stop thinking about it. I knew deep down in my heart that it was for the better. So I repeated it to myself as much as i could.

Some weeks had passed and I stayed at the cabin with slim hopes of him coming back. I pushed through my pain as much as I could and tried to survive with the skills that I had picked up. Soon, without knowing it I was catching fish by the lake, picking as much katniss as I could and starting fires to cook my food.