Written for the Marathon Competition (Starting point, Prompt: Training)
Its somewhere along the third day of training that Katniss finally snaps. Peeta's been sending her concerned looks all morning when he thought she wasn't looking and she can't stand the pity anymore because she doesn't deserve it, he's always the better one of them two.
If anyone deserves to live its Peeta because he's her support system, the boy who smiles at her like her cares, who burned bread to keep her alive.
"I'm going to go shoot." She says and Peeta looks at her in surprise, confusion fading to concern.
He wants the best for her but she doesn't care this time around. Haymitch's words are echoing in her head, mocking and as kind as Haymitch can be in his cruelty. He'd do anything for you, Haymitch had told her once upon a time.
Not time around, Katniss thinks savagely. Prim and her mother will be fine, but this time around, she'll save Peeta instead of the other way around. It's her turn.
She'd do anything for him too because that's how they work, throwing away everything for chance to save each other in a game this cruel.
He's always been her dandelion, the one peek of spring in a world that's spiraling out control.
All of her arrows connect and the world cheers but it doesn't last long.
Somehow though, after, they get a forever in the soft glow of springtime peace.