I open the carefully folded slip of paper. I clear my throat and read out loud the words, "Haymitch Abernathy." The name's owner looks at Katniss sadly and I gaze down to the floor for a moment, hoping there weren't any cameras so I could feel my feelings in peace. But I can't. I'm the escort, and I'm supposed to just read out the names with a smile and accompany them in the Capitol. But I can't do that anymore. Not when Haymitch's going back there. Not when... I'll lose him forever. Just to think that I won't hear his irritating voice again makes my heart shrink. We may be always getting on each other's nerves, but I've come to grow a soft spot for that old man over the years. Maybe it's true what they say. That we don't know what we have until we lose it. Or until something threatens its existence. I'm almost letting all of it go when...
"I volunteer as tribute," Peeta says.
"I can't let you do that."
"You can't stop me."
"Peeta."
I sigh inwardly and step closer to the microphone. "Very well," I say. "The tributes from District 12. Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark," I announce, trying to hide all signs of sadness. I'll lose them both this time.
Everything goes by too fast for my liking. The Head Peacekeeper Thread pushes us inside the Justice Building, excusing himself with a lousy, "New procedure."
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Fanfictionredamancy (red-ah-man-see) 𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯. a love returned in full; an act of loving the one who loves you; the act of loving in return.
