[It's too dark with her tear filled eyes. Hard to see even a few feet in front of her. And when she slams the door behind her, the little light she had been utilizing is gone. Memory guides her to the light switch even as she calls again:]
Peeta? Rue?
[Because there's been no response. And when the light flickers on to see a still Peeta on the couch. He hadn't responded to her. Why hadn't he responded? Her stomach flops. It feels as if her heart has sunk to her gut, something almost as bad as a physical hurt. She stops a few feet from him. Her pack and bow drop to the ground.
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Peeta? Rue?
[Because there's been no response. And when the light flickers on to see a still Peeta on the couch. He hadn't responded to her. Why hadn't he responded? Her stomach flops. It feels as if her heart has sunk to her gut, something almost as bad as a physical hurt. She stops a few feet from him. Her pack and bow drop to the ground.
In a small voice,] Peeta?