Milo was in the dark.

He didn´t know what the future will hold for him. It was especially with the Centennial Anniversary of the Hunger Games and the Fourth Quarter Quell on the way. And more after, after Hope was gone.

His everything, his friend, his companion, his lover. The woman, who made all he could to help with his addiction, is it gambling or drinking or any kind of drugs, especially morphing. He couldn´t stop, he couldn´t end it, and was ready to go out with a bang throw a window glass, she was there to stop him and give him an embracing hug, where he would feel nice, comforted and happy.

Because with her he was truly happy. She was delighted to do what she did every time, and she never wanted to stop. She was his Magic Pixie Dream Girl, and he loved it. He loved everything about her, the love and hugs she gave him, the laughs and smile she provoked on him. She was his life and nothing seemed able to go wrong.

That was, until it all finally happened and the whole of it ruined his life. Until he had to see his Hope has to fight survival, to come back to him. She was going to have to survive, and she tried to make it out alive without hurting anyone, but that wasn't happening. So she tried to fight the hard way to keep herself alive at any cost, to make her priority to live and live fully.

But that wasn´t going to happen either. She was going to die, she was going to have her life ended and she or he couldn´t do it anything about it but watch as her life fell out of their hands and there was no Hope in this world anymore.

Darkness was winning and he was going to let them do it. He was going to let them because he was angry. He did it because he was sad, and also because he was tired. He couldn´t do anything about, about his depression, about his sadness and his calm demeanor on the outside, but his turbulent mind and intrusive thoughts on the inside. He was trapped on the world of suffering, on the world of pain and blood. On the world of needles and money, more of the lack of it and less of expending and using it.

He was ready to go when he heard the Quarter Quell twist. He was holding in his hands the miracle pills, the ones who will end it all. It was on the television of the orphanage he lived in, where she used to live in, where they used to enjoy life until it was ended. He saw the bloody president held his hand up high with the envelope in his hands. He held them up, his bloody hands up high where they should be, away from the usual crowd.

"For this Centennial Anniversary and Fourth Quarter Quell, has a way of showing the rebels that every war and rebellion comes with a great cost, only one tribute will be reaped… But they will have to choose a family member of any age and gender to go with them into the Hunger Games. May the odds be ever in your favor"

Milo laughed and laughed and laughed, and then he died.

Hey everyone! I'm working on another SYOT, and this one's a collaboration with SilverflowerxRavenpaw (aka Silver)! We're allowing reservations for this story, and it IS first come, first serve, except we reserve the right to reject tributes if we can't write them well or if there are better options for the story (both of which would be unusual).
Silver will be writing Districts THREE, FOUR, SEVEN, EIGHT, TEN and TWELVE.
I will be writing Districts ONE, TWO, FIVE, SIX, NINE, and ELEVEN.
I tend to write longer chapters in third person POV, while Silver writes a little shorter (but she'll work on being longer!) and in first person POV. Submit accordingly (so you know which POV you'll be getting). Feel free to request which scenes your tribute gets in the OTHER section of the POV and the author will try to make sure everything fits together!
THINGS YOU SHOULD KNOW: Silver believes there's no homophobia in Panem and being trans doesn't exist in Panem (it's a Panem thing, contact her if you'd like to know more). I believe in transphobia and homophobia in Panem.

See you in the first reapings!