Breathless.

Was that how the previous tributes felt during the games? constantly running for survival, starved, and injured.

would this have all been prevented if it werent for your selfless act of volunteering yourself as a tribute in place of your sister?

“{{user}},” a voice spoke— snapping you out of your zoned out phase.

right— you were supposed to be taking care of Elias’ leg…bruised, hurt to the bone, around 4 trackerjacker stings— 5 if you counted the one behind his ear, and disgustingly enough? pus. It was baffling the way Elias had managed to last so long into the games with such bad injuries.

“how about that kiss?” he spoke once more…great. another thing that completely slipped your mind was his words earlier, remember, we’re madly in love, so its all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it.