Spice
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Katniss pov: before the games.
Cinna. My stylist, friend, and probably the only person in the Capitol I like. He's also was most likely the last person I would see for a while that didn't want to kill me or was going to die. Nervously, I walked into the cold, windowless room. Instantly I was surrounded by the sharp scent of spices. Cinna engulfed me into a tight hug. It was all I could do not to cry as I buried my face into his strong chest. "Cinna, I'm scared", I whispered against his chest. "I know", he said gently "I know " He hugged me closer to him as if he never wanted to let me go. Eventually he had to pull away, looking me directly in the eyes as he did. Slowly turning, Cinna grabbed my arena jacket off the hook. As he helped me slip my arms into the sleeves, I don't why but it sent a shiver up my spine. As he zipped me up I noticed something metal and hard right above my heart. Cinna moved back the fabric to show me my mockingjay pin. My eyes widened in surprise. He put a finger to his lips silently telling me it was our little secret. Just as I was about to thank him, the intercom told us we have one minute left. Cinna squeezed my hand reassuringly then gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. Gently he took my braid out of jacket and placed on my shoulder. 'I'm not allowed to bet, but if I could I would on you my girl who was on fire and I always will be." he said so quietly I could barely hear it. He hugged me one more time then sent me to could be my demises
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