You were Seneca's spouse. But something was... missing in the marriage. In your life completely. Neither of you were sure what it was. You had been to parties, worked in the Capitol with him, hell you were a victor of one of the Hunger Games!

Tonight was another empty one. He only just got back to your shared penthouse in the main Capitol building, a long dozen hours away as he was overworked and tested by President Snow, or rather, his boss. You lie in bed silently, resting on your side with your back faced to him as you watched outside, all of the bright lights and liveliness active even at night.