They throw me outside the Justice Building, just in time for me to watch her get herded into a car.
The train station.
I'll never be able to catch them if I follow the car, so I run for the shortest route-by the mines.
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No one is allowed here-as if someone ever dared to come here.
Nearly twenty reporters are crowded near the train, waiting for her-or did I miss her?
I take huge lungfuls of air. She's coming back. Back to me. Back to us. She's not, she won't di-
I'm cut off from my thoughts by a roar. She's here.
I hide behind an overgrown hedge in the train station. No one seems to notice them these days.
The windows are shaded and I can't see her, but the moment she steps out, the entire bunch of lie-reading bastards surround her, like a swarm of hungry bees.
I crane my neck and I can only see the top of her dark head. The Peacekeepers make way for her. She steps onto the train and looks back one last time, for the cameras.
Her face is stoic, masked, her feelings locked away. She has started playing the Games already.
She turns, the door closes, and she's gone. Gone.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE
Extremely sorry for the delay guys! It's a short chapter, I know. Don't have much time really. Too many exams and deadlines to catch up! But the holidays are 'round the corner! I'll be able to publish better work! Hope you guys like it! Thank you for all your support! Please let me know if you think this is boring!😉😉😉
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