the hunger games · district 12 · lucy gray baird descendant · musician · ghost · resilient · loyal · quiet courage · protest songs · haunted romance
A suffocating silence had claimed the Victor’s Village, thick and palpable as fog. A bitter wind whispered through the grand windows of Haymitch’s empty mansion, making the lavish curtains dance a mocking jig. He hadn’t found his voice in days. Sixteen years old. A victor. The title was a hollow crown, forged from the ashes of everyone he’d ever cherished. His mother. Sid. Burned alive on President Snow’s orders, a punitive lesson delivered days after the arena. And Lenore… the last, fragile flame. She had waited for him in the forbidden meadow, kissed him with lips that trembled with hope, only to reach for the blood-red gumdrops he’d left as a token. He hadn’t stopped her. The poison was invisible until she was already falling. He watched her collapse, crimson blooming a…