Hi everyone! I know i don't do these often but right now, it's totally needed. I need to know how many more chapters do you think i should do? I'm getting bored of this fanfic and i need inspiration, especially from you. SO if you have any ideas, please let me know. This chapter may seem slightly cheesy but it's all necessary i promise! :) I hope you're enjoying this fanfic as much as i have!
And now I am ranting....I really need to stop.
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CH21 (Olivia’s POV)
We trained the boys to the edge, knowing that in the final 3 days something was bound to happen. They agreed to train hard and we taught them to the edge of our knowledge. I know it’s not the most effective training but it was the only thing we could do at this time. I didn’t know how my sisters could cope. I was barely holding on myself. We left Lily in the area of her death, and walked away. When the boys asked how we could do something like that, we explained that the capitol takes the bodies and sends them back to the Area.
“Push harder Harry. Your skill isn’t enough; you need your strength too!” I snapped at him as we battled for the last time before going to the area where the games begun.
He growled and used his natural strength and speed. Harry is definitely one of the best students I have trained. He worked hard and he fought fair but he was cunning. He used all his skills at his disposal. Finally, he managed to trick me and my sword flew out of my hands. I looked up at him and smiled. He’d done it.
Harry kept his sword pointed to my throat in warning and I nodded. He dropped his sword and kept breathing heavily before I handed him some water to drink.
“You’ve done well. I have to say, you’re one of my best students” I told him with a smile.
“Really?” Harry asked through gulps of water and I nodded.
“I have to admit, other than my father, you’re the only one that managed to win against me in battle. You should be proud” I said to him before picking up my sword.
“I am….Olivia…I don’t want you to die” Harry whispered out to me.
I froze before turning around to face him. Harry looked as if he was about to cry…did I become too close to him or something? Usually people see me as a cocky asshole that they wished would die…I did the most unexpected thing. I hugged him.
“Harry…I’m scared too, I’ll admit, and if you tell anyone, I will deny it. But you have to realise Harry that we are born to die so, in a way, I’m not scared. Death is the one thing I know…everything else is undetermined.” I whispered to him before pulling away and putting my sword back in its sheath.
All of a sudden, I felt Harry’s lips on mine. He kissed me with such sorrow and passion, a tear leaked out of my eyes. I couldn’t handle it…I’m used to being so strong…why is Harry making me feel like this? I’m going to die…I don’t want him crying over me!
I pulled my lips away and instantly, the warmth from the kiss disappeared and I was tempted to place my lips back on his just for the warmth again.
“Olivia, I love you” Harry said to me.
I looked at Harry with surprise and horror….No….no, no, no! He couldn’t like me! He looked at me with sympathy and sadness. He knew I couldn’t deal with this right now but he still hugged me.
“I know you don’t feel the same way I do, Olivia. I know you. You don’t like to show emotion, you don’t like to be perceived as weak. But in reality, Olivia, I think you need that someone to help you but you’re so used to being independent, you can’t allow yourself to depend on someone” Harry whispered into my ear.
