But you saw no fault, no cracks in my heart
And you knelt beside, my hope torn apart (x)
Come back. Come back to me.
» “Prim, let go,” I say harshly, because this is upsetting me and I don’t want to cry. When they televise the replay of the reapings tonight, everyone will make note of my tears, and I’ll be marked as an easy target. A weakling. I will give no one that satisfaction.
All of my memories keep you near.
In silent moments, imagine you’d be here.
All of my memories, keep you near.
The silent whispers, silent tears.
No one will ever convince me that you told me a lie. Look, please, there’s just one more thing, one more thing, one more miracle, Sherlock, for me. Don’t. Be. Dead. Would you do that, just for me, just… stop it. Stop this!