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This moment in time was never supposed to happen for them. I’d be the first to admit that even I had doubted the flames of the Rebellion. These two weren’t supposed to make it.
The odds were never in their favour.
But fuck the odds.
District 12 is celebrating. The rebuilt Square is filled with people, travelling the stalls and enjoying the festivities. I’m perched, bottle in hand, at a table off to the side of the Justice Building’s stage that somehow survived the bombings.
There’s a band playing, something loud and festive. The fiddle and drum set rolling in my mind as I look out across the crowds of people. Smiling, laughing. So unfamiliar in District 12 – at least unfamiliar before the war.
It’s there that I seem them, surrounded by the folks doing a jig and circling on the dance floor. Their arms are around each other, pulling each other closer and holding on for dear life. Slow dancing in a swarm of movement. Completely oblivious.
I watch for a moment longer as my Mockingjay lifts up to press her lips against his.
This moment in time is what we all, as humans, live for. For the star-crossed lover who stays around, waiting for his match to figure it out. For the girl who burns so brightly she almost burns out. For the pair who has everything stacked against them. For the pair who loses almost everything but each other.
They were never supposed to have this.
The odds were never in their favour.
But fuck the odds.