When she died, it was like something broke in me. This girl, Maysilee, weaseled her way into my heart. I didn't try to stop her either. Yeah, I had a girl back in 12, but with my death looming in the distance I seemed to forget about everything. Besides Maysilee. I promised to bring her home. When we parted I had it in my mind to kill the remaining tributes and eat a poisonous flower or something. Maysilee deserved to go back. She was too sweet to die in these games. As soon as I heard her screams I knew something had gotten her. I expected a tribute because she was too smart to eat or inhale the beautiful dangers of this arena, but instead pink candy floss colored birds were there stabbing her. As I killed each one I felt no consolation. It was them. It was Snow. He caused this. His way to "maintain" Panem ended up killing over a thousand people. Just in these once a year games. Maysilee will forever be my reason to fight. Because I loved her.