2 hours and 30 minutes before the the reaping.

You an Peeta have ben dating for a couple of years now, so getting ready early so your able to spend time together people the dreaded reaping each year has become a sort of “tradition “ in your relationship.

In your small bedroom, your both sat on the wooden floor, your backs pressed against the uncomfortable frame of your bed. His arms around your shoulder, holding you close- as if he’s memoring this moment- incase the worst case scenario happens later on. One of you gets chosen.

it’s a comfortable silence as he softly runs his fingers through your hair, trying to comfort you in a way as you both sit there, reading for the reaping, 2 hours early.

—“it’s going to be ok.” he speaks up, his voice soft and tender. It’s as if he’s trying to convince himself along with you. Nervousness is something he often feels at the ceremony.