She could feel his hand creeping up her cheek, his warm palm against her face, calming her. Gazing into hers, his blue eyes were dark in the dim dusk light. His second hand firm against the back of her neck. In the arena before tonight the world was full of stress and fear for the little girl from District Two. Tonight she's in the arms of an older boy staring into his eyes without thinking of the consequences. If their throats were slit right now she wouldn't care, as long as she dies in his arms.

The rain pours down around the cornucopia, the steady drum beat of a marching band falling just feet around them. The soundtrack to their movie.

"Kiss me," she whispers into his neck coyly.

Cradling her head in his hands, they're kissing in the rain and forgetting the promises they made to kill each other.