A/N: I know the time line doesn't make sense and that them being 16 during the Dark Days would make them super old during MJ but ignore that and enjoy.

I met Alma Coin during the worst of the Dark Days. It didn't take long to fall for her. I loved her hair and how it fell so perfectly onto her shoulder. I loved her eyes and how they reminded me of melting snow. I also loved how that, at only 16, she knew what was going on.
She knew, better than I did, that these were dangerous time. Falling in love was silly because the next day they could be dead. I admired that. I still admire that. At the time, she didn't know who I was. Who my father was. I, of course, didn't tell her. How would I tell her that my father is the reason this war is happening? He was, after all, the President of Panem.

Anyway, we only knew each other about a week. Somehow, I knew she cared about me. So, I swore to protect her. I did everything I could to protect her. Until her father decided they'd be safer in District 13.

I did everything I could to warn her that my father planned on having the District destroyed. Of course, I couldn't actually tell her. That would lead to questions about my family and the less she knew, the safer she was. At the time, I didn't realize that 13 had survived underground. When I found out this information, I was so happy. But, she was already gone. She was rumored to have been caught up in the explosions.

It was then that I realized that the Districts had to pay. They caused this war. They killed her. They destroyed the only person I was ever certain I loved. Luckily for me, my father had the same idea. Only, less revengeful than mine.

When I eventually rose to power, I was still angry. I made the Hunger Game worse than they'd ever been before. I hired people I knew were going to make it interesting. I took the victors and used them as a way to keep the Capitol's economy up. I got my revenge.

So, when I found out she was alive, I was even more angry. Why had they waited so long to tell me? Why hadn't she told me? Tried to contact me?

But none of that matters now. Not now, as the arrow pierces her chest. Not now, as she's falls. Dead. The Mockingjay killed her. And all those years I spent protecting her are wasted.

It was in that moment that I, Coriolanus Snow, was prepared to die.