What's worse?- living or dying first. --FINNICK ODAIR

Violet; the victor of the 68th Hunger Games, was once content in her life, she knew that danger lurked, that she was fragile, yet she also dreamt of a long and happy future, with children, an adoring husband and freedom. But freedom comes at a cost.
After her games she realized the cost of freedom. She realized that life was not long and happy, but violent, brutish and short.
Broken. Destroyed. Shattered. All words describing what her future now was for her. She thought she'd spend the rest of her life living the after of her Hunger Games, never feeling the happiness of before.
That's until a certain Victor comes into her life. He excites her, confuses her, makes her love more than anyone has ever loved. She was truly living.
How ironic that she was now only truly living in a place designed for her to die?