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This is part two and this part is from the boy's pov.
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Disclaimer: I don't own the hunger games or the song 'Some die young' - Laleh
When I woke up, I could still feel her touch.
I want her to be here beside me, but when I look around, I instantly regret my wish. I'm in the arena, with bloodthirsty tributes. I don't want her here; I'm glad that I'm the one who needs to compete, because now I know that she is safe or I can at least hope so.
I love her so much. I love her eyes, I love her voice and I love her touch. I love everything about her, but what I love most is the fact that she is mine and I'm hers.
I miss her so much it hurts; I want to be home with her and make sure she is safe and sound.
My biggest wish is to survive and to live with her. But if I die I want her to move on, I want her to find another boy that gives her his heart and loves her as much as I do. I want to tell her that, but I can't. I can't force myself to do it, I do not want to acknowledge the fact that I might die.
I want her to be happy and live her life in the sunshine, not in the darkness. But I also wish that she will never forget me. I still want to be a part of her; I want to live in her heart.
But I have promised her that I will come back, I can't break that promise. I can't break her!
All my life I have been looking for the perfect girl, and I have tried to be perfect myself. But every girl that saw my faults ran away. But when I met her, everything changed. She loves my faults, she loves me. Not the dream prince I bravely tried to act like, but me, the real me. She is perfect for me; she is the girl I've been looking for.
I know that if I survive this walk in hell, then I will marry her. I want to live with her and I want us to die happy together. I want to have babies with her, and I want to see my children grow up and create lives of their own.
I want to see her face change, from a young sweet girl to an old beautiful woman. I want to see her brown hair turn gray and I want to see her eyes change from wild and crazy to calm and patient. I want to see her become a mother and I have to see her reaction when she sees her first child. I want to see the love between us and I want to feel her kiss.
I know that we would have made beautiful children together and that everyone around would have been jealous. I really love the thought of our children, but I don't know if it stays like a dream or if my dream will become reality.
I don't know whether I will survive or die. But I have to try. Maybe I'll die trying, but I at least I'll die knowing I've done my best.
Some people die young.
I'd better hold on… for all the things I need to tell her. I wouldn't let her go; we said we would die together.
But some people die too young.
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- Things I Had Forgot
