Her vision was blurry. She was running. She didn’t know where. She just had to get away from her- Flora. To heal. She would be fine. She had to be. She couldn’t die here- at these godforsaken games. That was unacceptable. Impossible. Not allowed. But her legs wouldn’t take her any further. She collapsed. Blood streamed down her flank into a small puddle on the ground. Onto grass. She had found herself in a field of wildflowers. Not any flower. Foxglove. This wasn’t a mistake. The capitol had surely planned this. It was so peaceful. A beautiful night sky. A full moon. Waves gently crashing below. But Foxglove could not find peace. She refused to die. She wasn’t finished. She still had so much to do- so much more life to live. She found herself calling for help. ‘ ‘ Remus?! Cain?! ‘ ‘ She called to anyone she could think of. Alas, her cries would not be heard by anyone. ‘ ‘ I- no, I’m not gonna die. I can’t! ‘ ‘ Her normally silky, calm voice was now shrill as she screeched for help. She couldn’t move. Her body was exhausted. It was giving up. Her heart slowly stopped beating. The last thing she saw was a wilting rose among the foxglove. ‘ ‘ …dam… ‘ ‘ After all, every rose had its thorns.
Ew sorry the art sucks, can’t really erase all the purple when you’re on mobile I’ll redo it later
