Arrow and I are walking barefoot in the fields of grain. She holds my hand, like she did when we were little. The gesture is comforting, but it reminds me that all of this is fake. That this is just a dream.
Across the sky flash memories of my favorite times with Arrow. My ninth birthday, when she found the money somehow to get me a silver necklace, a necklace I still wear to this day. It was the only birthday present I’d get in a while from her--the thought makes me chuckle.
“You laughing at me Nia?” Arrow teases me. She pokes me in the stomach, which only makes me laugh more. “I wish you were here all the time,” I swing our hands. I stop giggling. “I miss you.” I study her dark brown eyes for clues about how she is feeling. She looks away, noticing my gaze. Huh. Strange. Arrow never hid anything from me.
“Nia,” she says sitting down on the damp grass. “You remember what I told you the last time I saw you, yeah? I still need you to believe that. You have to be strong. You gave to believe I'm coming home.” my eyes well with tears, but this time, I keep them contained. I sit on the grass next to her. “I do believe you will come home.” I can't help when a single tear streamed down my cheek. Arrow wipes it off. She doesn't move her mouth, but I can hear her words in my head. Be strong Nia, she says? with a weak smile on her face. Be strong for our family. Mother can't keep on her mask forever. Her last words puzzle me, but before I can ask questions, she starts to fade away. No not again. I start clawing at the grass around me, trying to pull her back to me, but in vain. Then I remember her words: be strong.
I send her a message, clear without needing to move my mouth. Promise me you'll keep fighting, I say. Before she fades away, I hear her voice in my head. Until the day I die, clearly. Defiantly.
Her courage is contagious. I find myself holding my head higher, as she always seems to do in the toughest situations.
Before she completely fades, a send one more mental message. I love you.
She smiles, and a tear glisten on her cheek. Just before she fades away, I hear her voice. Soft, but I can clearly make it out.
I live you too, Nia.
Then I am left alone in the fields. But, unlike that torturous day of the reaping, I am not sad to see her go. I am now sure, without a doubt I will see my sister at the the end of this.
She's never going to stop fighting.
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Hey.
So that was my way of lightning up the mood. She's going to see the games in a more positive light now. Not as bratty, yeah?
Anywho, hoped you enjoyed this chapter. Thanks for reading. It means a lot to me.
xo,
Rae
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