Dedicates to Silver Medals. YOU FANTASTIC PERSON, YOU. Suzanne Collins owns this idea. DON'T MURDER ME. Danke.

"Just this one, twelve. For Rue."

Running, running, running, running, running, running, STOP!

I nearly fell on my face in an attempt to stop myself. Really smooth, Finch. Now look up.

It was Thresh. He carried multiple bags and a curved sword. There was a murderous look in his eyes. My life was hanging by a thread.

"Clove! Clove, please, listen to me, stay! Please? Clove, don't go…"

BOOM.

"You killed her." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. He had killed the girl from District Two.

"You saw?"

"I watched. I ran when you killed her."

"Why?"

"Because I didn't want to die."

"You think I'm a monster?"

"No."

For a long time, we stood there. Finally, Thresh nodded.

"Why not?"

"Because of that little girl."

Thresh tensed, and I knew that I couldn't mess up.

"Someone with a district partner that sweet can't possibly be a monster."

Another long pause.

"You're not a bad person." I said, and sprinted towards the woods.