Midnight ✔️ ||Peeta Mallark x OC|| ( A Hunger Games Short story)

Are you?

It feels like hours alone in the room. Has it been that long?

Waiting to say goodbye to your family... to never see them again. That's a feeling I hope no one else ever has to experience.

The door opens and I stand up.

"Mum" I say and she hugs me with Theo in her arms. I feel like a little child again.

I cry as I hug her close to me, before suddenly pulling away and wiping my eyes.

She passes me Theo and I hug him close until he laughs and tries to squirm out of my arms.

"No, let him" I say as Mum tries to pick him up again.

"Theo" I call "I love you so much" I say

He stops running around and he walks up to me, crashing into my legs as I bend down and hug him back.

I quickly squeeze one of Mums hands and one of his.

"I'll be ok" I say and Mum nods

The guards come quicker then I would have liked and they usher my family out of the room.

"I'm sorry- your Dad should be here- I"

My Mums cries out

"No, it's you two I want to see the most" I say

She nods as she rounds the corner and I cover my mouth with my hand.

I turn away from the door.

So this is it?

I hear footsteps walking to the door and I gasp as I see Toby walk towards me.

He engulfs me in his arms.

"You will win" he demands " you will come back to your family" he tells me

I nod as he steps back

"I haven't hugged you in a while" I say with a sad smile "feels different now that you're taller" I say

"Speak for yourself! You're 17 now and last I hugged you you were 14" he laughs before standing straight again

The other guards walk into the room and I tense.

I glance at Toby as he nods and they lead me out of the room.

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The capital is a lot different then I expected, sure I should have seen it coming from the elaborate way Effie dressed, but this was something else.

After being groomed I get put into a small room fit with a mirror and a large wardrobe of clothes.

I sit up from what looks like a hospital bed and I look around.

I spot the lightbulbs from the mirror and the ornate objects lining the walls.

The door opens and I sit up a little straighter.

"Ah!" A rather extravagant looking man says as he enters the room "you must be grace" he says.

"Yes" I say as I look at his outfit "are you here to dress me up in some costume?"

He looks shocked that I out right questioned him, but he tilts his head " I guess I am" he says

He picks up a piece of my blonde hair.

"But this year I don't fancy sticking to the ordinary" he says with a smile

"Aren't we supposed to dress as our district?" I ask him as he shakes his hand, acknowledging the question, with his back to me. "Then I have to dress to represent agriculture"