let's make a deal {ghosty} blitz

Life hadn't been the same, and it'll never be the same. It changed the moment he lost his hand, and now it was gone thrown away like a piece of trash. Willow being reaped for the hunger games, Iris volunteering and dying. She had come so close, and Pine thought she would win, but he was terribly wrong. Every second of every single day hurt knowing what he had and what he lost. Yet he forced himself to keep going despite the drugs holding him back. But a boy had to make money somehow.

And that was why he went out today.

Someone invited him to the old bookstore to make a deal, and he yearned for this moment. A chance to make money. A chance to fill in the missing hole. But nothing could fill the void growing inside his chest. A broken heart kept him alive, yet it wasn't enough anymore.

Dead grass crunched beneath his feet. A wintry breeze nipped at his nose. Yet he drew the jacket around his shoulders with the one hand he had before placing the bag of dope in one pocket. He lifted the hood, and his eyes remained locked on the ground until the store was in front of him.

Pine lifted his head, and he searched for someone, anyone, yet he found no one. So he leaned against the wall and he waited. Hopefully the recipient would show as he needed the money. At eighteen, he couldn't get a job, and this was the only chance he had to survive.