Sable,
best of luck, not best of love. Even your letters scream gamekeeper. Perhaps you should have died in that pageant--letting you go then would have been easier than watching your heart decay and slowly turn Capitol. I will inform you of all that goes on because I do not believe it would make much difference to the torture I am subject to at your hands. I say "I" because I put Cillian and my father on that plane. I could not escape myself, but hopefully the Capitol will not hunt them since I remained in the arena. What now, did you turn poor Flint into a mutant? Perhaps I should have payed him more heed, it's beginning to look as though he was right about you.
Your once friend,
Gillenia
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The Letters of Sable and Gillenia
FanfictionTaking place after the young Coriolanus becomes president of Panem, two best friends, Sable from District 12, and Gillenia from the forbidden and secret District 13, exchange letters about their lifestyles, the government, and conspiracies on how to...
