For Estoma's challenge at Caesar's Palace, I've got 99 problems but a challenge ain't one! Prompt: write something in 99 words
When the rule change is announced, they are inches apart, fingers brushing, the second pair of star-crossed lovers. He turns to her, and their eyes meet for a moment of hesitation. That's all she needs. No mistakes allowed. She is the last thing he sees.
His cannon goes off like a firework, and he crumbles like a falling curtain.
She bends over his bloody face and caresses his lips with her fingers before pressing them to her own, smearing his blood on her mouth like Capitol lipstick.
"Thank you," she whispers, because she knows he meant all of it.