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                     Will never realized how HEAVY silence could be. It’s all he can THINK about lately, how SILENCE weighs so heavily on his SHOULDERS, pressing against his eardrums until he thinks they could EXPLODE from a lack of SOUND. Brown eyes stare AIMLESSLY at the green leaves above, though they appear more to be a SINGLE mass at this point. Any distinguishable lines have BLURRED together as a result of how long he’s been STARING. The ground he lays on is cold and UNFORGIVING, the soil offering no SOLACE from the bitterness that had become Will’s REALITY. His, and all of the other REFUGEES he finds himself with. HUNDREDS of them, all co-existing in their FORGED safe haven. He has to keep himself from SCOFFING at the thought as it passes through his mind. There is no such thing as a SAFE HAVEN. Any ILLUSION that anyone had in relation to that was DESTROYED with District 13. Will still DOESN’T know how any of them managed to get out, but there are WHISPERS that they owe their lives to the boy still TRAPPED in the Capitol. To Peeta Mellark – the boy who is likely DEAD for having helped them at all.

                       His stomach LURCHES at the thought, once again reminded at just how SERIOUS all of this is. War has SCRAPED OUT HIS INSIDES, left him HOLLOW with nothing to fill him but the fierce determination to SURVIVE. But determination can only go so far when THOUSANDS have fallen. He closes his eyes for a moment, and behind his lids, he can still see the EXPLOSIONS that were a RESULT of the bombs falling. Despite the CRUSHING silence, he can still hear the SCREAMS of those who ( didn’t ) make it out in time. Will’s eyes SNAP open, and he’s on his feet before he really KNOWS what he’s doing. All he knows is that he’s LOSING HIS MIND out here. The faces of the DEAD are the only things that seem to keep him COMPANY, and he’s DROWNING in the weight of it all. No one notices as he walks by, all too LOST in their own HELL. Will doesn’t blame them. Not when everything they’d all been clinging too has seemingly VANISHED. There are those who are still trying to RALLY the masses, but it wasn’t just District 13 that was CRUSHED – any  HOPE  they all had was crushed along with it. Will’s footsteps sound MUCH too loud in his ears, and he finds himself remembering a PHRASE he’d learned in school years ago, something mentioned in PASSING. He reminds himself of a     DEAD MAN WALKING.

                         Walking turns into JOGGING, and it’s not long before Will has found his way to the OUTSKIRTS of the crowd, not BOTHERING to care as one of the DESIGNATED authority figures tells him to stay CLOSE. Where could he run to? Around them is only FOREST, so thick that they can’t be SEEN. Even if he WANTED to leave, the odds were that he’d get LOST, perish in the woods. Oddly enough, there’s some RELIEF in that. His steps SLOW as he leaves the people BEHIND, leaving his GRIEF and his ANGER with them as well. Away from the crowds, he can BLOCK it out. Or at least he can try. He catches sight of a small BREAK in the trees, the light FILTERING in so much BRIGHTER than it does anywhere else. Hesitant steps slow and then speed up again, EAGER to get somewhere that has a bit more LIGHT. It’s stupid, and RECKLESS to approach an area that’s not as COVERED, so Will stops right before his foot meets the SUNLIGHT. It’s not just HIS life he risks if he’s CAUGHT, but everyone else’s as well. All the SURVIVORS could meet a HASTY end if he gives away their position. The corners of his lips turn DOWN at the thought, but he stays where he is, sinking into a SITTING position just outside of the clearing. He fights the BITTER smile that tugs at his lips, a direct result of the fact that he CAN’T bring himself to cross the line. The Capitol truly HAS taken  everything.

                           Hands DROP to the grass on either side of him, fingers DIGGING into the ground as if to ANCHOR himself to the moment, searching for something SOLID since everything around him has TURNED TO DUST. Will isn’t sure how LONG he sits there, dirt under his nails and eyes staring WITHOUT seeing. He only MOVES when he hears RUSTLING, the sound disturbing the false bubble he’s managed to CREATE. Turning, Will catches sight of her, and all he can think now is that the girl who was aflame caught FIRE and burned herself.   Icarus, too, believed himself invincible - Will wonders if THIS is how he felt when he FELL into the sea. 

              “ I didn’t think anyone else would be out here. ”

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