[Because she had tried. She had tried repeatedly to convince anyone getting close to her that she wasn't worth the time or effort. That she wasn't likable, wasn't a good person. And no one had believed her. Instead they had befriended her. Peeta had fallen in love with her. And she had found herself becoming their friend in return. Even falling in love herself. Letting her guard down.
She had let herself think that she was worth it. That despite all the horrors she had committed since the 74th Hunger Games, she could be happy. She could have friends. She could have relationships beyond Peeta. She could have something real here. A life apart from the Hunger Games or dead children or mutts that smelled like blood and roses. She could be a normal nineteen year old girl.
But that thing with Sokka had never been real. Not on his end. And it had left her wondering how anything could be real if they didn't know the truth about her. About what she did.]
No one believed me when I tried to tell them. They all thought I was some sort of hero. [The word was spat. Clearly, not a sentiment she agreed with.] This was the only thing I could think of. The only way I could get them to see.
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[Because she had tried. She had tried repeatedly to convince anyone getting close to her that she wasn't worth the time or effort. That she wasn't likable, wasn't a good person. And no one had believed her. Instead they had befriended her. Peeta had fallen in love with her. And she had found herself becoming their friend in return. Even falling in love herself. Letting her guard down.
She had let herself think that she was worth it. That despite all the horrors she had committed since the 74th Hunger Games, she could be happy. She could have friends. She could have relationships beyond Peeta. She could have something real here. A life apart from the Hunger Games or dead children or mutts that smelled like blood and roses. She could be a normal nineteen year old girl.
But that thing with Sokka had never been real. Not on his end. And it had left her wondering how anything could be real if they didn't know the truth about her. About what she did.]
No one believed me when I tried to tell them. They all thought I was some sort of hero. [The word was spat. Clearly, not a sentiment she agreed with.] This was the only thing I could think of. The only way I could get them to see.