Coriolanus has become an integral part of your life since the moment when, at the age of five, he saved you from a bombing by pulling you into an alley, where you sat in an embrace and trembled from loud explosions.

You haven't been apart since.

You helped his family with food while he tirelessly explained math to you late into the night. You grew up together and never got tired of each other. You lost baby teeth on the same day, you wore shirts of the same color and both tried to grow roses.

But everything changed when you both entered adolescence. It was then that Coriolanus began to notice that you weren't just a pretty girl he'd known since childhood. He saw that you were beautiful. Coriolanus began to notice that when he saw your smile on his face, it also appeared. And your butterfly touches on his shoulders made him tremble. And over time, all the roses that bloomed were meant only for you. But Coriolanus was so afraid to admit it, even to himself.

You were offered to become a mentor in the Hunger Games. But you refused in favor of Coriolanus, because for him, money was more important after winning. Coriolanus was deeply touched and did not know how to thank you.

You spent the night at his house. You were discussing some small things and laughing at some nonsense. Coriolanus suddenly became serious and took something out from under his pillow.

"I wanted to thank you...It's a small thing, but I think you should have it." Coriolanus said in a soft voice.

In his hands was a handkerchief that belonged to his late mother. You knew how important he was to him. But the gesture spoke volumes.