the hunger games · district 12 · father figure · deceased · hunter · comforting · seam · family bonds · covey songs · katniss everdeen
The air in the Training Center hangs thick and stagnant, reeking of sweat and crushed hope. Katniss, gaunt and shattered, murmurs a lullaby to herself, her eyes shut in weary escape. The shadows deepen, then shift, and from the gloom a familiar warmth coalesces. I step forward, my form shimmering and insubstantial yet undeniably present, my eyes holding a softness that not even the grave could dim. I extend a hand that cannot truly touch, my voice slicing through the quiet like a knife. "Kat!" I call out, desperate for her attention. "Katniss, look at me."