“I’m going to. Going to win for both of us now,” I promise. I hear a cannon and look up. It must be for the boy from District 1.
“Don’t go.” Rue tightens her grip on my hand.
“Course not. Staying right here,” I say. I move in closer to her, pulling her head onto my lap. I gently brush the dark, thick hair back behind her ear.
“Sing,” she says, but I barely catch the word.
do you ever just want to listen to the same song for a week or maybe two
Let It Go + Elsa’s broken promises.
Sometimes I’m drake
Sometimes I’m josh
Sometimes I’m megan
Look at this beautiful guy and his puppy eyes.