[She's done it before. Let go. Finally given in to all the emotions that were threatening to both drown and suffocate her. Rarely, but she has done it. That day she realized that she'd be going back in the arena. Upon arrival in District Thirteen, knowing Peeta had been left behind. After Prim's death. Those had been the moments she truly hadn't cared. All of Panem could have been watching and she knows that she wouldn't have acted any different.
And it's tempting, so tempting to do so again right now. To just give up and give in to her grief. To collapse in Zevran's arms and let him hold her and maybe just pretend it's Finnick comforting her again, like the last time Peeta had been lost to her. But Finnick's not here. Finnick's dead.
She finally looks at him. Her grey eyes are watery but somehow she manages to keep the tears from falling. She wraps her arms around her chest and hugs herself. It hurts. It all hurts. And she wants to run so much. Find someplace to hide, a place where she could be alone.
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And it's tempting, so tempting to do so again right now. To just give up and give in to her grief. To collapse in Zevran's arms and let him hold her and maybe just pretend it's Finnick comforting her again, like the last time Peeta had been lost to her. But Finnick's not here. Finnick's dead.
She finally looks at him. Her grey eyes are watery but somehow she manages to keep the tears from falling. She wraps her arms around her chest and hugs herself. It hurts. It all hurts. And she wants to run so much. Find someplace to hide, a place where she could be alone.
Let go.
Quietly,] It's easier if I'm alone.