I walked as quietly as possible. Their camp was only four meters away, hidden behind some bushes and guarded by two boys, who were speaking and laughing very loud. From my position, I could see that the back of the pile of their supplies were unprotected. Maybe if I slipped through the back, I could get enough food for a week.
I bent down and surround the camp. I got closer to the pile. The boys were still talking. Good, I thought, they haven't discovered me. I picked up the bag from my shoulder and took the food that was at hand: two apples, some bread…And then is when I felt the edge of a knife pressing my throat.
"Don't move" said a boy.
Of all people who could have caught me, it had to be him. Honestly, I was hoping not to find him during the Games. It would be quite unpleasant to kill him.
"Oh, God…" He turned me to have a better look at me, removing the knife from my throat. His blue eyes met mine. Instantly his face change, he looked a little angry, and alert, looking at his back. "What are you doing here?"
I tried to escape, but he had me gripped by my arms. He wouldn't let me go soon.
"I just…came to get some food" I said with pleading eyes.
"We agreed not to see each other throughout the Games" he said it angrily; his eyes were asking me to go. He didn't want to kill me, not after all we had shared.
….
We used to live together in District 1. We had been trained since we were kids to take part in the Hunger Games. We saw each other every day after training and went to play at the nearby park, especially under an old oak tree, where we first kissed. I was so nervous. We met our lips, it was like time had stopped. We started dating that day. Everything was great, until we got to the harvest, and the two of us were elected.
On the train, we talked a lot; we kissed and looked to each other like it was the last time.
"When the Games start, we can't see each other again" he said, with a sad looked in his face.
"I know" I stopped the tears from rolling down. I couldn't cry in front of him, not in a moment like that.
"I love you" I looked up at him. He looked at me with tears in his eyes.
I had never seen that part of him. He was always smiling, all the time. I'd never seen him sad or hopeless. But there he was, with a look in his eyes that made me stopped trying to hold back my tears.
"I love you too" while I was saying it I saw some relief in his eyes, some hope, as if that we continue loving each other could give him strength.
After that, we'd seen each other but never talked. During the Games, I tried to avoid everybody, mostly him.
….
When I looked back at him, I felt the need of kissing him. I was approaching to his face, when he kissed me first. I missed him so bad. His face, the way he kissed me, his arms surrounding me.
"Go away" he said when we separated from each other, breathing heavily.
I started running to the woods, without looking back. I didn't want him to see the tears in my eyes.