A/N:
Hey everyone!
This is a ver short one-shot for Immortalli's Hunger Games Forum, The Games, and is also my very first fanfic! (Exciting, no?) Constructive criticism is welcomed, but please do keep in mind that I'm relatively new to this scene, so forgive my many (and inevitable) mistakes in advance. I appreciate reviews!
Also, these character(s) are all OCs, and I do not own the Hunger Games. Sadly.
So without further ado, go to your happy place and enjoy! :)
There are many things I regret.
For instance, the time I swore to my mother that I hated her. That time I left home, thinking I was strong enough to make it on my own.
I regret not volunteering for those children, the many times I had the chance.
But most of all, I regret not having a chance to know you better.
It was on the train ride that I first realized who you were. I guess the initial rush of shock overwhelmed me when my name was called out, and everything after was a blur. I didn't even see you climb the stage. I thought I was dreaming. Still do.
Funny how things work out in the end, isn't it? How we've known each other since we were young, how we've helped each other, always making sure we each had enough? You've saved my life more than once, and as clichéd as this sounds, if it weren't for you, I don't know where I'd be.
And now look at us. Stuck on a train speeding towards the Capitol with no way of stopping. This morning, when you woke up, did you think that any of this was possible?
Anyway, I guess I'm writing this to you because I don't want you to know how I actually feel. Does that make any sense? Should I have this feeling- this weird thought that constantly nags in the back of my mind that I'm forgetting something back home? Or that maybe, I should've left something back in that moment when I was chosen as tribute?
I don't know. But I didn't leave anything, and that was my first mistake.
Pushing back her chair with fervour, Moyra stood and in one swift motion, crumpled the piece of paper she had been writing on and launched it at the wall of her cabin. She was having a hard enough time adjusting to the fact that she was in the Hunger Games, let alone that she was to be pitted against him.
Taking a moment to look out of the window at the blurred scenery, she sighed. There was no way she could avoid him any longer. Leaving the privacy of her cabin, Moyra walked down the hall to the small seating area.
And there he was, sitting by the window. Hearing her steps, his attention flickered to her. There was a long moment of silence, and when he spoke she knew what he was going to say.
"Allies?"
'Till next time!
-Mel/W.S.Y.T
