A/N: Wow! Someone came to see me! This is the prequel to Gnawing Hunger, though if you haven't read Gnawing Hunger it doesn't matter at all, in fact the plot won't be spoiled for you so it's probably better. The actual story will be set before and after this prologue. This will be written in Marie Eyre's POV but if you want someone else's then tell me and I might be tempted to do a one-shot for you. Just shout. This epilogue is a slightly edited version of a one-shot I have written but the rest won't be.

Disclaimer: Suzanne Collins owns the hunger games. If I did then no doubt it would have a lot more random bits in it and everyone would "killer pinch" each other all of the time!

Falling For Him

I, Marie Eyre, am getting married today. And I'm pregnant with another man's child.

I shake all over as the maids dress me up ready for the ceremony. I feel so guilty about Assec. Assec Jaymond has been courting me for a while now, and still I have none other than neutral feelings for him. He's always liked me, with my golden honeysuckle hair and deep blue eyes, who wouldn't? But Assec went further than the others, he stuck by me even though I repetitively told him that I had no interest in him, and now it's going to pay off. Now we're getting married.

I can't believe I did it. Harroc is a father, and a good husband to his wife, but he fell for me. Who wouldn't? With his hair as black as night and eyes such a dark brown that they seemed to be deep pits in the earth, going on for oblivion. Yes, I fell for him. Now I'm pregnant, but no-one knows, not even my mother. If I tell anyone I'm like this than my family name will be ruined forever, so that's why I married Assec. It's early enough for him to be mistaken, to think it's his child I'm carrying. He doesn't need to know any differently, this is my life that has tangled me up in this, and when the child is born I'll escape into the woods with Harroc.

I don't know whether I'll bring the child. Harroc begged me to, but I'm not so sure. Assec is so desperate for a family; it would be terrible to deny him of one. But now it's my wedding day. Most people feel joy or stress or anger or upset. But me? I feel nothing on my wedding day, I feel nothing at all.

My blonde hair is tugged into excruciatingly painful positions by the maids. Usually I would have snapped or got angry, but now I just sit down, hiding into my reserved and patient shell that I have fixed upon myself for the pregnancy. I must try to look happy for the wedding though, I must try to look happy for Assec.

I'm ready. The thought frightens me more than ever. I'm ready to go and get married to a man that I do not love and never will, but what makes it worse is that he loves me and I have to pretend to return the favour. My body shakes with nerves; this is going to be harder than I thought.

Then the church doors open and I see Assec standing there, grinning gleefully. I pump up my face with joy and I slowly glide through the church with an elegance of a swan, all eyes attached to me. I look like a fallen angel, and I'm not afraid to hide it. How I hate to live the lies that I do, but soon it shall be all over and I shall run away with Harroc into the woods and never see district eight ever again. But I think there's one problem to my master plan as I glide down the aisle towards Assec, my eyes never leaving his clean shaven face and winning smile.

I think I'm falling for him.