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ourshinycity) wrote2010-11-17 11:21 am
ourshinycity) wrote2010-11-17 11:21 am
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→ the bridges keep on burning
It had seemed so real.
His heart was racing. He was panting slightly, eyes still fixed on some imaginary spot. It had been real, he was certain of it. They were out of that cloud, out of that nightmare but what he had seen could not be unseen.
District 12 was gone. It was nothing but ash and wreckage. He could smell the burning, hear the bombs as they fell. He was going to be sick. His stomach was turning and if he could move he certainly would be. For now he was just in shock.
"How..." The first word he had managed to say in minutes. Turning to look at Katniss, there was a mix of emotions plain on his face. "What...Katniss, it can't be real, right? It was just like everything else, wasn't it?"
His heart was racing. He was panting slightly, eyes still fixed on some imaginary spot. It had been real, he was certain of it. They were out of that cloud, out of that nightmare but what he had seen could not be unseen.
District 12 was gone. It was nothing but ash and wreckage. He could smell the burning, hear the bombs as they fell. He was going to be sick. His stomach was turning and if he could move he certainly would be. For now he was just in shock.
"How..." The first word he had managed to say in minutes. Turning to look at Katniss, there was a mix of emotions plain on his face. "What...Katniss, it can't be real, right? It was just like everything else, wasn't it?"