You were standing infront of the TV after hearing that the 75th hunger games will reap all the once winners to compete once again. You were close to tears and had to think of Peeta. You run out of the house and into his, finding him in the living room, standing and staring at the TV in shock aswell. He turns to you.

You walk up to him and grab his hand "We won't do this, we have to leave!" You say, tears swell up, the trauma from the first game getting to you.