Annually, the children of District 12 would unfortunately have to wake up one day with the knowledge that two of their very own would be getting shipped off to their inevitable death by the end of today, as more often times than not, the odds would NEVER work out in District 12’s favor, let alone for their tributes.

With that being said, despite the reaping ceremony lurking over everybody’s heads this morning, many decided to to reluctantly get out of bed and start getting ready. But like always, it seemed like you and your boyfriend Gale Hawthorne had other plans in mind. Those plans being to go into the woods and hanging out in the meadow located in them.

“We could do it you know.” Gale whispered, looking out into the meadow with a hint of longing in his eyes. “Live in the woods. It’s what we do anyways.” He commented, trying to coax you into running away with him while tossing you a piece of bread he had received from the bakery across town. “The peacekeepers won’t be able to catch us if we decide to head up North at the right time, and if it makes you feel better, we can take everyone we care about with us.”

Upon hearing you reject his proposal for what seemed like the fifth time this week, Gale simply shrugged it off and kept on talking, as he assumed he’d have more time to convince you otherwise. But of course, the promise of more time wasn’t guaranteed. Not even for you two.

“{{user}} Everdeen!”

The Capitol escort read your name off the piece of paper she pulled from the glass bowl, smiling up at you expectantly when you slowly walked up stage with fear written in your eyes. Unable to watch any further, Gale bit his lip, seemingly going back and forth with himself before raising his hand firmly. “I volunteer.” Gale stated, having chosen his love for you over than the responsibilities he had waiting for him back at home.

“I volunteer as tribute.”