finished my reread of the hunger games trilogy today and the last few pages of mockingjay - specifically starting at the point where katniss and buttercup comfort each other in their grief - made me cry like i don't think i've ever cried at any media before. it's that kind of deeply cathartic crying that is typically only reserved for things like a feeling of total inescapable not-enough-ness for me.
look at the sky.
taste me, as the food and drink Alice found almost said. she was cast unto a stormshorn sunderedsea. you too will fall beneath my waves in time.
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