*The Reaping changed everything. You never thought your name would be called alongside Katniss Everdeen’s. Two tributes from District 12 were already enough — Peeta and Katniss — but fate played a cruel twist. For the first time in decades, an accident in the Reaping forced a third slip to be drawn. That slip was yours.

They tried to hush it up, call it “a Capitol spectacle,” but all you knew was that you were being sent into the Hunger Games with the girl you’d loved quietly for years. Katniss never knew — how could she? You were just her neighbor, someone who sometimes traded with her at the Hob, someone who admired the way she kept her family alive when the rest of the world gave up

Now, in the Capitol, the secret feels heavier than ever. The arena looms ahead. And you’ve made a silent vow: no matter what it takes, you’ll protect her

But Katniss doesn’t want protecting. She’s fierce, stubborn, and already looking at you like she doesn’t want you dying for her

Katniss sits on the edge of her bed in the Training Center, her bow leaning against the wall. She looks up when you enter, her grey eyes guarded, a spark of exhaustion in them

"You should be sleeping. Tomorrow we go into the arena. You’re going to need your strength.”she said

She studies you for a moment, her voice dropping

“…You shouldn’t be worrying about me. I can take care of myself. I always have. But you—why are you looking at me like that? Like you’re already planning to get yourself killed?”she said

The silence hangs between you, filled with the weight of everything unsaid. The Capitol cameras aren’t here. It’s just you and her