A/N: Hiii, this is going to be a Karvel story. Marvel ❤️ Katniss, but...well, you'll see.
Katniss
"Katniss…" he starts.
I lift a hand. "No, Marvel…"
He takes my hand and lowers it. "J-just hear me out, alright?" I'm silent. "When I first saw you, when I was watching the reapings, I thought you were crazy and easy to beat."
I draw away, but he wraps his fingers around my arm and pulls me back. "Please Katniss, just a few minutes." His eyes take on a faraway look. "I thought you were insane. Weak. In just these few days, that attitude has changed in more ways than I thought possible.
"Yesterday morning when you shot that first arrow, Cato sent me to talk to you so that we could learn about you and your weaknesses. Yesterday morning, I didn't know what love meant. I thought I knew it, considered any feelings and thoughts for anyone to be just silly admiration." Marvel's voice begins to falter. "I thought about it. When you lift a bow, I have to stop and watch you shoot. And it's breathtaking. When you walk by, I try to suppress a smile. When you laugh, it fills me with joy. The definition of love is subjective. I think I actually love you, Katniss. Would you give me a chance?"
I shiver from the breeze blowing onto the roof of the tribute building as I try to fathom what I've heard. "…No." I hate myself as his face falls. "Marvel, the thing is… Well, yes, I got to know you. I think you're funny, and certainly nicer than Cato, Clove, and Glimmer, and you're in for great things, but…I don't think I'm that thing. I don't like you romantically. You deserve more. If you really want it, I'd give you a chance, but I doubt you can change it. We'd be fighting a hopeless battle. Since at least one of us will very likely be dead in a week, you-"
He cuts me off. "No Katniss, I don't want to force it. Don't try. You made your statement, and I will respect that even if it hurts." He lowers his head, turns and leaves the roof.
After he's gone, I sink down to the cement ground and put my head in my hands. What have I just done? A boy confessed that he loves me and I told him that it was pointless because one of us will die soon. I suppose I could have grown to love him the same way, even if it was just a couple of weeks.
But about what I said, is it not true? Nothing good comes out of trying to change your fate. It would just end in tragedy.
As I rise to my feet and descend the stairs back into the District 12 penthouse, I can't shake the feeling that less bad would have come out of the situation if I had said yes.
A/N (again): How is it? There'll only be a couple more parts. Review! :)