She's remembered as the girl whose death inspired their hero, the girl who was shrouded in flowers and blood, the girl who was not one of the many innocents slain in the course of the game because her death had meaning.
But oh, she was so much more than that.
She was the braveheart who dared to steal food in spite of the immense risk, the shadow who never got caught, the kind soul who gave away her ill-gotten gains because Thyme hadn't eaten in two days and she looked like she was about to faint. She was the quiet child who demanded the least of her mother. She fluttered around on butterfly feet and wove grass bracelets for every one of her siblings and never broke a thing she couldn't fix.
But she's remembered as two pieces of flint that were struck at the perfect time.
The Hunger Games, Rue, she's remembered as the spark
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She's remembered as the girl whose death inspired their hero, the girl who was shrouded in flowers and blood, the girl who was not one of the many innocents slain in the course of the game because her death had meaning.
But oh, she was so much more than that.
She was the braveheart who dared to steal food in spite of the immense risk, the shadow who never got caught, the kind soul who gave away her ill-gotten gains because Thyme hadn't eaten in two days and she looked like she was about to faint. She was the quiet child who demanded the least of her mother. She fluttered around on butterfly feet and wove grass bracelets for every one of her siblings and never broke a thing she couldn't fix.
But she's remembered as two pieces of flint that were struck at the perfect time.
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Oh, god, that's so gorgeous. Thank you!
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