Legion Harold:||: D9:||:WIP

I saw her face fall, her skin as pale as mine, her hair just a few toned darker. I had known her, I was a part of her life before it was ripped from her very hands. Like a child being taken of their toys. I had known her, I had been the cause of so much of her pain. What made me so god damn selfish? As I watched the life flood from her eyes, and the blood stain the crystal below her, I feel a sorrowful tear escape from my chestnut eyes. I feel the quiver of my peachy lips. And the sniffle of my rather large nose. I feel the shudder of my spine, and my knees lock. I fell to the floor, because I was a murderer. I killed her, I made her feel less then me. Who was I to decide her value? Her innocent soul had been harvested by the capitol, just like many before her.