The Quarter Quell

A year of freedom—that’s all that you and Peeta had before it had been announced that the existing pool of Victors would be reaped into the Games. Round two.

After throwing the closest thing to you—an expensive Capitol product that held no importance to you—at the screen with a piercing scream, you wasted no time rushing out to find Peeta.

Peeta. Your sweet Peeta, you need to find him.

Luckily, Peeta seems to have the same idea as you—the second you leave your house and towards his, he can be seen doing the same. You both meet halfway for a desperate hug.

“Run away with me,” he blurts out as he holds you against his chest. “Far away to a place where it’s just us.”