pearl posey | four ; fin

Rose and her stupid dreams.

It was her that got us out of the Capitol and into District 13 in the first place. All because she saw everything she had and she wanted more. And I followed her. Like an idiot. (I say that, but truth be told... I'd do it all again.)

And why?

Because I loved` her. Because no matter how stupid that makes me, how desperate, I fell in love with someone who would never love me back. To be fair, I didn't know that, though. Not at first. Not until after we were sent to Four as spies and then she met him on the beach one day and suddenly it was all blowing off practices to spend more time with him and coming home late because she was out with him and-

If I had been there, maybe I would have been able to save her when they came looking for her.

But I wasn't. And now the rest of us are stuck raising Steven when that was supposed to be her job. And I can't blame him- he never did anything wrong and he can't help the decisions Rose made but, oh my stars... he looks like her and it hurts. Every time I see him stumble into a room, chubby little hands outstretched as he babbles away: it hurts. Because he is not mine. He is hers. And his. And he is so preoccupied with his own life that Steven may as well only exist when it's convenient. Let's face it: were it not for the others and myself, Steven would've already starved to death.

Now, you may be wondering why I do it. Well, I'll tell you:

I do it for her.

I always did.

I always will.