Two victors from district 12 hopelessly fall in love in a game of life and death. Also known as the Hunger games. Will the two become a Romeo and Juliet or seek a new ending?
TW: Upsetting scenes, injury detail, family issues, alcohol issues, mental...
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TW: Crying, Death references
Esme's POV
We sat in silence, in our cave. Half eaten apple cores surrounded us. The sunset was creeping through the cave. We both agreed to stay here until we knew we were the last left alive. In our heads, we knew one of us had to die in the end. But that was our unspoken thought.
It was late at night, as we counted the remaining dead tributes, we both realised we were the only ones left alive. Emotionless, lifeless, numb. All we expressed.
"C-can we have one night of peace? Just us." - Haymitch
I nod to him as we sat in each other's arms and stare at the stone wall.
"There's a lot I want to say. But I can't speak." - Esme
"Save your last words." - Haymitch
"If I die, can you look after them for me. Let them know, I died a hero, not a victim." - Esme
"I will look after them. We both will." - Haymitch
I turn to him as I give him a confused expression. He leans in my ear and whispers his plan.
"Manipulate the public to cause riots for our love to be terminated because of us die. We can both live Esme. We can try." - Haymitch
Time Skip
We spent our morning in utter, and complete silence. Are our breakfast in silence. Walked together in silence. Sat in silence. So many words to say, but too afraid to say them. We eventually reached the circle clearing. Standing together in peace. Staring blankly at each other.
Other people's blood stains painted all over us. We knew one of us had to die, but it hasn't hit us yet. Me and haymitch both agreed to go ahead with the plan, to do anything to let us have our future he wanted.
"Esme, I want you to win. I don't deserve it. You need to stay." - Haymitch
I starts to tear up and hold his upper arms in anger and fear.
"H-hay....no! I refuse to live without you Mitch. I can't loose you two, not after all of this. All we've been through." - Esme
"I'm so sorry Esme. I want you to win, you need to; for Abigail and Daniel." - Haymitch
I start to breakdown even more. I could feel the camera focused on us.
"As much as I want to spend the rest of life with you, we can't. Because of these games. I want you to know how much I love you. I've loved you since I laid eyes on you." - Haymitch
He walks towards me, places his hand on my cheek and sweetly kisses me as our tears collide.
"Don't look, you don't want my dead body in your head." - Haymitch
I turn around and try to brace myself. I hear his breathes. Deep and shaky. I couldn't hear mine. Light and still.
"STOP!"
We turn to each other and look up to the sky awaiting we were stopped suddenly.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, the first duo winners of the 50th Hunger games."
Emotionless. Our faces portrayed. The knife drops to the grass with a light thud. He was quick to embrace me. I did it. I won, I won for them.
