Alone. Depressed. Traumatised. What does the Mockingjay do when she has fulfilled her purpose? *** It's hard to move on. Hard to move past the pain from loss. Hard to get over a war. And it's also hard to have the patience to sympathise with someone who can't move on. It's hard to find ways to move on. Just as hard as it is to discourage someone from doing what you've done your whole life to try to move on. It's hard to even look at those you love when every sight you see only triggers memories of what they've lost. And it might even be harder to look at someone you love suffering, to see them this way, knowing that there is nothing you can do to help them. Life is hard. But is death any easier? *** Genre: Fanfiction/ Tragedy/ Teenage Themes such as suicide and self-harm - no sexual content - Not that bad, but you've been warned! {COMPLETE} Cover work is mine :)
15 parts