( her body screams at her to slow down, to stop, to rest — but screw you, nerve endings. she's practically on a mission, and has the end and his blond hair in clear sight. it's not terribly romantic or picturesque; time doesn't slow down dramatically, though she curses her sore muscles and limited mobility range to herself and grits her teeth to make her run faster. they don't slow down and embrace like they would in front of cameras, rather collide, crash like desperate waves.
and katniss clings to him, fists her fingers in his tattered arena suit and squeezes him as tightly as her shaking arms will allow. ) You're alive, ( she gasps to echo him, voice cracking magnificently and eyes threatening tears that, for once, don't have to do with her splitting headache or their destroyed home. )
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and katniss clings to him, fists her fingers in his tattered arena suit and squeezes him as tightly as her shaking arms will allow. ) You're alive, ( she gasps to echo him, voice cracking magnificently and eyes threatening tears that, for once, don't have to do with her splitting headache or their destroyed home. )