President Snow breathes a sigh of relief. It's done. The election is won, and Lucy Gray is dead, probably. Even if she isn't, she's long gone, trapped in the wilderness on the edges of Panem. It's over. It should be over. But things like this have a way of following a person. In one form or another, Lucy Gray never dies. (I'm in the trees, I'm in the breeze, my footsteps on the ground). TLDR:Fic is for anyone who thinks "I really want that perspective of Snow when he sees a girl from twelve with the mockingjay pin singing that song that's sort of written about him." Updates may be slow as I'm a student! Please have patience :(
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