Years & Years [mylies]

My feet ache nearly as much as my heart. Nearly. It's been two year since I have seen him. Ever since he escaped capture and I fell just a few strides short of safety by his side, I haven't seen him. After I served my time in the Detention Center I was turned loose in the Capitol where I was told I belonged. Not many Capitolites decide to leave the Capitol, but even when they do they are not persecuted for with nearly the same amount of force the District citizens are.

Even so, I left the Capitol again, seeing as I haven't know anything other than woods for nearly my entire life. I'm terrified of being caught again, but I'm even more terrified that the boy I fell in love with out here is dead. Gone. Just like my parents. Just like my violin - at least the one my parents gave me. But I managed to snatch one before I scurried away from the big lights, big hair, and insanity of the Capitol.

As I come to a clearing I pause for breath. Hopelessness. It washes over me in such a rush that I lose my breath for a moment. I fall to the ground, the violin case and falling open before me, the tricky latch refusing to stay closed. I gasp. Breathe. But even as I catch my breath, my heart aches, my hands shake, and my eyes heat up as tears threaten to fall at the corners of my eyes.

Deep breathes. In, out. In, out. In, out. I reach for my violin and the bow along with it, closing my eyes as I place it under my chin and begin to play to my aching, broken heart's content.