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marry me

Issac's POV

I walked away from Prim, her constant crying and yelled finally got to me. For the last few days, she's done nothing but that.

"Issac, don't walk away from me." Prim called after me but I kept walking.

"Is?" I heard Penn say, grabbing my arm.

"What?" I said, my voice filled with irritation.

"Come with me," she said, pulling me off towards our water source.

I let Penn drag me, not feeling the will to fight back. She pulled me all the way to the lake, pushing me into a sit. Penn sat in front of me, pulling her jacket tighter to her frame.

"So," she said, keeping her gaze on anything other than me.

"So?" I ask, nudging her foot with my own.

"How's Prim doing?" She asks, looking up at me.

I shrug my shoulders, letting out a loud sigh. "She either cries and yells, so not good?"

Penn sighs, running her hair through her knotty hair. Just by her appearance, I could tell she wasn't happy.

"Penn, it's not your fault." I say, scooting next to her. "You can't protect everyone."

"I should've been paying attention and I shouldn't have been yelling, it was my fault they attacked." She said, her voice wavering.

"Would you rather get hurt than her?" I ask, laying my hand on her wounded shoulder.

"I'd take a bullet for her," Penn replied without hesitation.

"Then don't worry about it; you're the one that was empaled by a knife." I said, tugging her shirt to check out her wound.

It has closed for the most part, it seemed like it had healed cleanly. Penn didn't seem to be in any pain or discomfort.

"You know," I say, looking out across the water. "Prim's not going to let you die for her."

"She doesn't get a choice, she's going home," Penn scoffs.

"She will, one way or another." I say, smiling at Penn.

"Then she will really hate us, huh?" She says, a smirk on her face. "She'll go crazy, worse than now."

"She's not crazy!" I say, laughing at her face.

"She is, Issac. Prim's going insane," Penn says, shaking her head.

"Not your fault," I say, rolling my eyes.

It was silent for a few minutes, neither of us felt the need to break the silence.

Something was wrong with Penn still, I just didn't know what was wrong. She was fidgety, her hands were sweating, and she kept looking around the surrounding woods.

"What else is wrong?" I ask, nudging her gently.

"We have an idea," she starts, looking at me. "Bentley, Bray, and I."

"Go on," I say, leaning my head back.

"You and Prim should get married."

~

Pennia's POV

"It's not as hard as you think!" I say to Issac, straightening out his outfit. "She loves you, she'd be crazy to say no."

Issac throws his head back, letting out a breath of air. He was sweating, and we were only a few yards away from our site.

"We don't even have a ring!" Issac whisper-yells to me, running his hands through his hair.