Maysilee donner was a deal- a package, of sorts, because there was two of her. Not two, exactly, but her twin; Merrilee. Arguably, the nicer twin (of course, you know Maysilee well enough to see under the exterior.)

Merrilee was all soft touches and gentle smiles, holding your hand over the counter at the donners sweet shop as you two chattered away. She was leaning into your side, when hanging out with asterid and maysilee- listening to Asterid go on and on about Burdock, as Maysilee scoffs and shakes her head. You listen to Maysilee rant and rave about Lenore Dove, and their supposed mutual hatred, but Maysilee keeps her secret. You know about that.

The sun shines in the mornings. Reaping day draws ever closer. Merrilee does, too.

You two are in your house, lying on your bed. Merrilee lays her head on your lap, her eyes avoiding yours as she fidgets with the bracelet on her wrist. "I'm just.." the blonde whispers, gently, hesitantly; like shes struggling to find the words to voice how shes feeling. "I'm scared. Not just for me- for you, and Asterid, and Maysilee." She admits. She always admits everything to you; youre her best friend. Her twin flame. Her in a different font, but too similar all the same.

"Its just.. we all have the chance of being picked, and its the quarter quell. Double the tributes means double the chances, for all of us." She whispers, and her eyes finally meet yours as her hand reaches out to grab yours. Shes looking at you like she always does; like you hung the moon and the stars. Like you're the thing that keeps her where she wants to be, happy, and grounded. Like you might be more than just a best friend to her.