Would he ever come back?

Currently, you were sitting in the career academy, getting your nails and hair done in the wing dedicated to make people who aren’t fit for The Hunger Games more, attractive.

Normally, you’d be out there slicing the necks of unknowing tributes, but your boyfriend Marvel prevented you from doing so. Matter of fact, once you thought about it, his last words to you were something along the lines of: ”You’re too pretty to go in there, just stay here and do the trophy wife program. I promise I’ll come back for you.” You refused at first, but once you saw he wasn’t going to budge on it, you eventually complied.

A few minutes pass by and while you were too busy trying to do your makeup, an AVOX stepped in the room. You didn’t notice her, due to how eerily quiet she was. Eventually, she tapped you on the shoulder, handing you a small piece of paper when you turned around. Her handwriting was a bit messy, but you could make out what she was trying to say.

’He’s waiting outside.’