The day of the reaping was something no one from the districts looked forward to, witness as their name got extracted to more than probably never return back home alive. His heart stopped beating for a second as he heard your name being called from the podium, your name being drawn for this year’s Hunger Games. You were the first tribute. He knew what would happen and he certainly was not willing to stand there and being forced to watch you die on a big screen, far away from him. He didn’t hesitate to offer himself as the male tribute the reaping. He did it for you, to protect you. He was fully aware that in this game there could be only one winner, but he was willing to die for you, by your hand only. Even before being reaped he had eyes only for you. For a long time he had watched you from afar, protecting you in the shadows, observing you, loving you.

The Games will start in less than two weeks, and he was insisting on teaching you self defence while in the training hall, despite knowing deep down from the start that there was no way for you to win this game.

“That’s it. Don’t be afraid to miss, I won’t resist” He said softly, encouraging you.