When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Vivian had not seen a dead person when she was only five years old.

“Be good, little pumpkin. Don’t cry.” Looking at the state Larry was in, Vivian was broken-hearted.

Only Vivian knew how much she had endured during this period of time. Although she was not the person who was directly affected, they were all her loved ones.

She had seen how much pain they were in and did not have it easy either.

Often, a person would be more distressed by watching others in pain.

As she comforted Larry, Vivian stroked his back in hopes that her son would be able to forget this terrible memory. If Larry could not forget that scene, it would become his childhood trauma.

Vivian did not want Larry to have to deal with a childhood that he would always be afraid to remember. She wanted him to grow up well and in peace.

As she consoled Larry, Vivian slowly fell asleep beside her son.

Whatever happened that day was too much for her to handle.

She had been cooking for Finnick when she received the phone call in the middle of it and had to rush over. Like Larry, she had seen the corpses littering the floor.

She had also seen Samuel lying on the ground. Although she was devastated, she could not cry then.

fell asleep

stroked Larry’s back, Vivian cried and

still up on

simply kneeled there

and noticed that Finnick was not yet home. After waiting a while longer, she went back up the hill with Larry

morning, the paths on the hill were tough

in no mood

up the hill, Vivian was getting nervous the closer they

not know what she

soon as possible so that she could find out what happened to

was still young, they could not

he could, eventually allowing them to ascend

was suddenly panicked the minute they reached

Finnick. The area no longer had any traces of

area, but to no avail. It was as if he had just disappeared from the face of

was nowhere to be

gone home, probably

home for

but Finnick was still nowhere to

the house thoroughly, leaving no stone unturned. She searched the kitchen,