In the night sky, a meteor streaked across.
It was the first meteor shower since that night three years ago.
The night sky was beautiful, filled with a deep, dazzling blue.
This time, Hannah didn't look up or smile, she just squatted in the corner, hugging herself, murmuring, "Why don't you all want me anymore?"
*
James couldn't find Hannah.
He came once every week, doing nothing but watching from a distance.
He had found a job in the eastern arena, usually responsible for cleaning up blood and bodies from the ground, and sometimes he would enter the arena himself.
The main currency on the eastern side was a kind of transparent stone that was said to be equivalent to silver coins outside.
James had been saving them, still rummaging through bins when hungry.
He was late today because of a match.
When he arrived, he still bore wounds on his body.
But Hannah was gone.
