Mockingjay's Daughter (Hunger Games Fanfiction)

Chapter 33: The Hanging Tree

I seal my mouth after what I've just admitted to him, no regret at all from what I had just said. It was just strange to hear them three little words come out of my mouth. "I love you." Je t'aim, te amo-it is said everyday in hundred's of languages to other's to express their feeling for one another.

The only people I have ever really loved is my parents, for obvious reason. I have always loved the way they had looked at each other, the way their eyes gleamed if the other entered the room. It alway made me want to find someone to love that much and I think that I have. I had never thought about it before, but I do. I really do love Drakob.

I know the way love works. When you love someone, your heart aches for them when they aren't around. When you love someone, eventually it will end in pain somehow and you'll end up alone and heartbroken. It always does in stories. But not in fairytales.

"I love you," I repeat to myself. Three small words can make a big difference. The love part changes your life most.

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My parents have not always been perfectly in love though. When my Dad's flashback's escalated, getting worse and worse, they would always argue and went through, what Mom would call a "Rough Patch." She and Dad would leave the room at one point if the other entered-it got really bad and I got fed up with it. I thought that they where going to split up, but when I asked Mom she reassured me that they still loved each other and later explained the real reason why Dad would take special medication and his mood would dramaticly change. She told me about him being "hijacked" and how he is still recovering from it.

That was one year ago when I asked her about it all and she finally told me. I was thirteen. I hate the Capitol and Cornelious Snow for doing that to my Dad...but now his grandson Kenneth Snow also.

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"Willow?" Drakob asks me. I stupidly shake my head, snapping out of my thought's, back into this nightmare reality. Drakob rolls on top of me and again for the third time kisses me softly on the lips. It was as beautiful as the last ones we had shared, I admitivly loved every moment of it. The way our lips touched was pure and perfect. "I'm sorry...I had to."

"It's ok," I smile giving him a small peck back.

"Where you day dreaming again or just thinking about your parents and home." This wasn't a question, Drakob and I already knew the answer to it.

"I just can't get over that I'm not going to see my parents ever again," I hug into him, both still lying on the ground.

"You will. Don't start that again." He shakes, disagreeing.

Before I can argue back to him, the mountian rumble's. More fierce of a sound than I've heard it make before. Small pellet's of broken rocks off the mountian start shooting down to the lava and some just skimming me and Drakob.

"We need to take cover!" I warn him jumping at the sound.

He does not hesitate and covers my face and body by leaning above it while making sure not to go near or put any pressure at all on my leg. The rock shakes even more and a sharp crack fills the atmosphere. I try and drag myself to the edge of the mountian ledge by pulling myself across, army crawling but before I get there, Drakob pulls me back, stopping me.

I pull off his hand to let go. "Leave off!" I warn him, dragging myself back to the ledge to see what was happening.

"Willow the whole of the mountain is falling apart." He runs back to me, trying to pull me away again since I had crawled closer once more. "Stay back here with me!"