The second time. The second damn time you were chosen as the District 12 tributes to participate in the 75th Hunger Games. You won the previous games with Peeta and returned to your homeland in hopes of finding the "winner's peace", but no, the cameras followed you everywhere.

Your love story captured the hearts of the public, but Peeta had it much easier. He didn't have to pretend. He loved you. But you will never forget the despair on his face when, after winning the games, he realized that you didn't love him, and were just trying to survive.

You were standing under an awning, this time the presentation of the tributes was taking place in an even grander place than the last time. It was the huge square of the Capitol residence. You waited for the announcement to board the carts.

Your outfits were also more luxurious than the previous ones, you were wearing a dress, Pete was wearing a vest and pants, the fabric was shiny, and of course it was not a regular fabric. The stylist placed a small button in your hand and told you to press it when you felt ready, so that the outfits would flash. A voice came from the speakers, and all the tributes climbed onto their carts, including the two of you.

This time, you had to act like the crowd was not worth your attention. But you both already knew it. Your tense faces were directed forward, your hands were clasped tightly. You were ready.