“We're fickle, stupid beings with poor memories and a great gift for self destruction.” - Plutarch Heavensbee, The Hunger Games #3 Mockingjay.
~ CASPIAN ~
Five years now, I have no reason not to believe that I've truly lost everything that ever mattered to me.
My peace. My happiness. My Fireheart.
Being alone in my office these days has become a necessary evil for me in order to keep my sanity and just be alone. The office is dark, except for the dim lamp on my desk with its orange glow barely touching the piles of paper scattered around me. I hate all that it illuminates right before my eyes.
Attack reports. Welfare requests. Medical files. Useless logs.
Everything right here is so frustrating and clueless. I don't want any of them to matter, but they all do. They're all ticking ti
