District:Fan Fiction
Based on:The Hunger Games
Note:The عنوان is like the first book in a series of unfortunate events سے طرف کی lemony snicket. This is not intentional.
He had died in a mining accident.He was with his work colleagues . He was having a nice chat, they had become دوستوں , talking about their lives, how many children they had, normal stuff. Then the explosion happened. My life has never been the same since.
At his funeral all I wanted to do was touch his hand one last time یا what was left of his hand anyway. Most of his body hadn't been found yet. That hand was the last part of Him that I had left, but I didn't want to keep it. It was a reminder of what had happened and a life that was gone. I buried the hand in the bottom of my garden. My mom was standing there , crying softly with Prim . Prim wasn't old enough to realise what was happening. That felt like the hardest دن ever. Ever دن brought its griefs , a new way to remeber Him. It destroyed me.Even to this دن I can't think about it. The pain is too raw. Somedays I just want to break down and cry, but I have to be strong for the people of Panem. They can't and wont see me cry.
After the funeral we went back home. Me , my mum and Prim sat on our beds just weeping softly. We weren't used to grieving. Normally when people die in Panem we just forget about them . Its life. We get on with life. We got on with it the best we could. School was hard . Nobody consoled us, saying they were glad we were back nothing. People were used to their relatives dying. I wasn't . This was the biggest grievance that had happened in my life so far. It ruined me. I mourned Him for weeks after. I still mourn Him. There's no دن that I don't think about what He could be doing now. What he'd do if He was here right now . What would He say to me. I can only dream.
Based on:The Hunger Games
Note:The عنوان is like the first book in a series of unfortunate events سے طرف کی lemony snicket. This is not intentional.
He had died in a mining accident.He was with his work colleagues . He was having a nice chat, they had become دوستوں , talking about their lives, how many children they had, normal stuff. Then the explosion happened. My life has never been the same since.
At his funeral all I wanted to do was touch his hand one last time یا what was left of his hand anyway. Most of his body hadn't been found yet. That hand was the last part of Him that I had left, but I didn't want to keep it. It was a reminder of what had happened and a life that was gone. I buried the hand in the bottom of my garden. My mom was standing there , crying softly with Prim . Prim wasn't old enough to realise what was happening. That felt like the hardest دن ever. Ever دن brought its griefs , a new way to remeber Him. It destroyed me.Even to this دن I can't think about it. The pain is too raw. Somedays I just want to break down and cry, but I have to be strong for the people of Panem. They can't and wont see me cry.
After the funeral we went back home. Me , my mum and Prim sat on our beds just weeping softly. We weren't used to grieving. Normally when people die in Panem we just forget about them . Its life. We get on with life. We got on with it the best we could. School was hard . Nobody consoled us, saying they were glad we were back nothing. People were used to their relatives dying. I wasn't . This was the biggest grievance that had happened in my life so far. It ruined me. I mourned Him for weeks after. I still mourn Him. There's no دن that I don't think about what He could be doing now. What he'd do if He was here right now . What would He say to me. I can only dream.
