requested by @strawberryandcigaretteboys
HER long, red hair swayed a bit down your shoulders when you two shared a warm and painful embrace. This was it. Foxface was leaving. Her name was reaped and you prayed to God it was a dream, or that it was your name being called instead. You wished you volunteered to take her spot, but you couldn’t bring the words to do it. Now, this was the goodbye and it sickened you.
“Please don’t do anything stupid,” you tell her.
She kissed your lips. “If I see something pretty, I’ll bring it home for you.” That’s if she was ever gonna get to go home. You both just didn’t wanna hear the reality of that. You’ll see her on screen from now on, only two people get to go home, so what were the chances Foxface would be one of the two?
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