The victor of the 68th Hunger Games

by enimea

This is and oneshot from the 68th hg. Please rewiew after you have read it. It's rated as T because I'm paranoid. English is only a second language for me, but I still hope you will read this one. Anyway have a good time :D

I knew it was only we two left, a couple that was so impossible that even a mouse and a lion could make a better couple than us. A girl from 10 and a boy from 8.

I looked at him, he was really beautiful. With his sandy/ brown hair, that looked like like a nest and his muscular body. He sleept so peaceful, that the though that I must kill him now hurt me so badly. But I knew that one of us must die… and it was soon.

I kneelt beside him. "I'm sorry Panem, for taken a beloved one form you…" As I always said before I killed someone. "And I'm sorry that you will never see the sun again." Now this sentence was for him.

I rised my dagger and should just lower it, when a strong hand stopped my arm. He looked in my eyes with his blue ones.

"Yeah, I'm sorry that you wouldn't." He said. Then I felt a sword though me. I tried to breath but I couldn't. I didn't feel the pain first, then it came. It felt like I was burned alive. I tried to take the sword out but failed, I could only moan.

My eyes serched for him and I saw him walking away. Maybe pick some flowers. He promised that if I die he would braid my hair and stick flowers in it.

But he never came back, that bastard.