The Hanging Tree

Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games trilogy.

Warning/s: Major character death.

Rating: PG-13/T

Author's Note: Short. Inspired by one fan made song on youtube, which was

unfortunately brought down.

                         This was written last March 3. This was a pain in the neck to

format on here and I don't know why, help.

                         

For mommy, because she wanted to read. So sorry this whole thing isn't a 

happy, happy drabble.

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It's cold outside but I don't step backward. I breathe out and my words kiss

the frozen air. It is seconds before midnight. Seconds before midnight.

I walk, my boots drawing patterns on the wet ground. I walk tall, yet I am

drowning. I walk tall because I know this will be okay. That I will still be with 

him.

But I don't know. All I know is that he must still be here. He must be there,

waiting for me too. He must be there with his assuring eyes and hands, 

offering his hand for me to take. He must be there so I could leave with him 

at the same time.

But he's not there.

I know it. Because when I see our tree, there is no boy with the bread. There is

no baker. There is no man who owns my heart. Not in this world. Not while I 

have my feet on the ground. I can feel my face crumpling, my knees wobbling, 

my head spinning. But I refrain from breaking down now. I can do that while I 

amnot on my feet anymore.

The rope in my hand pulls me forward, nearer the trunk. I see the branches,

strong and outstretched, as if also searching and longing for its lover to 

come back.

Please come back.

I realize I am not as brave as he was, but I need to be. I need to be courageous

so that I could be free. So that I can finally, truly fly. Finally be with him again.

So when I plant myself suspended in the air, dangling from a rope of death, I

try to die happy. Because Katniss Everdeen is meeting Peeta Mellark again.