It seems he remembers it very vividly...
She must admit that she has passed close to the Presidential mansion... And although she has thought about it, she has immediately felt distressed at the very thought of it. The man who’s inside is no longer the memory of that boy with
strange— odd even to feel her presence so near like no time had passed. back in district twelve, the sun burning down and drying their bodies, hands intertwined like two, innocent lovers.
would she want to face him again ?
She’s not that sort of person; she lives a quiet life without such thoughts.
There’s surely a whisper in the wind, despite the time that has passed, that someone has seen the familiar face of the musician... Rumors. They aren’t sure.