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𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣

illicit affairs - Taylor Swift
"You showed me colors you know I can't see with anyone else..."

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That little shit. I'm going to burn that girl to the ground.

Raven laughs, "Wow, you guys are pretty similar." Similar? Oh no, he must be gravely mistaken, the last thing that I am to that girl is similar. "You have five seconds to take that sentence back before I slit your throat open a few days early." I snarl at him

He stiffens beside me. "Woah woah. Calm down. I'm just saying. You both got elevens, you both have that fire in your eyes, you both are desperately trying to prove something-" I cut him off "Okay cool, now shut up!" I snap at him. He really needs to shut his mouth before I lose all patience with him.

"Rhiannon!" Annie furrows her brows at me as she exclaims. "What has gotten into you these past few days? You've always been such a sweet girl. Why are you acting so...irrationally?"

"Being "such a sweet girl" is not going to get me out of that arena alive, so I could care less about how I act around you guys," I say. I'm right. Annie knows it, Finnick knows, hell I'm sure even Raven can put enough brain cells together to know it.

"You're so...distant," Finnick sighs, and is that disappointment in his voice? I bite the inside of my cheek as I contemplate my answer. "I'm not going with Raven. End. Of. Discussion." I say as I stand up and walk to my room. They hadn't even brought that up, but they were going to. I'm not going to let them even get a shot at it.

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A couple hours later I sneak to the roof. I hope Clove will be there. I need to talk to her. I think I might just slit my throat if Raven is up there though.

To my immense relief, Clove is up there. As the doors open I catch sight of her dark hair flowing in the wind. She turns around. Spots me, and for a second, I'm unable to move. I'm unable to breathe. She's gorgeous. I'm just standing there, she's just standing there. We're just...staring at each other.

The moment is broken when she hops to her feet, and sprints towards me. I return the favor. She hugs me so tight I can barely breathe. "I missed you." She whispers, quietly, so quietly.

She pulls away, looks at me. I'm struggling to breathe again. She grabs my face and kisses me. Kisses me like I'm worth something. Kisses me like we're not about to die. Kisses me like we have all the time in the world to do this. I can taste the stars and hear the colors. It's beautiful, so so beautiful. As beautiful as a Panem sunset, as beautiful as the beaches of District 4.

When we pull away we're both breathless. We stand there for a minute, our foreheads resting against each other. "We can't," I say softly, breaking the silence. Her eyes flicker up to meet mine. "Why not? We're going to die anyway," She says. It's harsh but I wonder if she's wrong. We probably are going to die.

"You think so?" I question, though it's more of a statement. "Absolutely. There's no way we can both make it out alive." She says. "Then we're both going to die." I counter. Worry clouds her eyes. "Don't say that, don't do that." She says. "Why not?" I question, using her own words against her. She purses her lips. "You don't know what you're saying," "I know exactly what I'm saying."

Then I kiss her, but it's so so different from the last one. It's not a slow exploration. It's a ravenous chase. Desperation lingers between us like we've both realized the situation we're in. This is wrong. So wrong. Yet I've never felt more right in my entire life. This is stupid. This is a distraction. This girl is going to get me killed. Maybe I'm okay with that. Maybe I'm perfectly content with it.

Her hands are in my hair, on my face, taking off my clothes. Mine are doing the exact same thing. I love this girl, and it's ruining my life. Later I will ask my heart why it chose her, but not right now. Later I will scream at my heart, call it stupid and other useless insults, but not right now. Her skin is on my skin, her lips on my lips. We are just kids. Stupid kids. Kids that are about to die. Maybe that makes this more okay.

I can feel everything. I can feel her emotions, her warm skin, soft lips, everything. I can feel so much it's scary. Part of me hopes this is some kind of dream, because this, will be the death of me. Is this what death feels like? I think it might be. I think I'm dying.

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We're lying on the roof, looking up at the sky. I don't know how long we've been lying there. I don't care. Hours maybe? I'm exhausted. I should go to bed, but I won't. Not when the time I have with Clove is extremely limited. Every second with her is precious. I won't have many more.

"We should go to bed," She whispers beside me. She's right. I exhale slowly before nodding even though she can't see it. I sit up and look over at her, she smiles before standing up. She offers a hand, I take it. She kisses me on the top of the nose before walking off to the elevator. I'm standing there for at least five minutes. I manage to walk to the elevator and press the button.

Once I reach my room I fall straight onto my bed. I pull the covers over my body as I rest my head on the pillow as sleep threatens to take me. God, how late is it? The realization sets in my head that tomorrow is the interview, and the day before the games start.

And it might just be the last full day of my life.

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