A/n so now this story will be out of third pov and now in either Glimmer's or Marvel's. This one is in Marvel's.
This isn't real.
This is just a dream.
Glimmer is walking up the stage.
No one volunteered for her.
Not a damn soul.
So many scenarios were running through my head.
Her dying in my arms.
Me having to kill her to win.
Her dying in the bloodbath.
Me dying in her arms.
"Glim.." I whispered.
"Now will the two Tributes please shake hands?"
I held out my hand.
It was shaking.
She grabbed it.
"Now here are your Tributes for Distract One."
I wanted to pinch myself.
I'm still in disbelief when we go into the train.
They tell us to sit on the couch to wait for our trainer.
"Marv." She whispered.
She grabbed my hand.
She put her head on my shoulder.
I hated to see her cry.
I hated it.
"Glimmer..."
I was cut off.
Her lips crashed onto mine.
I couldn't help myself.
I started kissing her back.
"This shit has to stop now." one of our trainers said.
We broke apart and slid the opposite way on the couch.
"Look at them Gloss, they're in love." the female said.
"Well boo hoo. Grow up. This is the Hunger Games. No place for love."
They left us.
The door they came through in shut.
I threw a book at it.
"Marv. Stop it."
"No. I will not stop, Glimmer."
"They're my cousins. They know what to do."
"They're dipshits. They cannot tell us what to do."
"They can."
I jumped off the couch.
"No. They can't. They won't."
"Marvie..."
"They aren't going to tell me to not be in love with you."
I leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips.
"See you tomorrow, love."
She kissed my cheek.
I walked away.
Straight to my room.
I was dead asleep when I heard knocking.
In a sequence that me and Glimmer made up when we were ten.
"It's unlocked, Glim."
I heard her delicate feet dance around my room.
"I couldn't sleep."
She pulled the sheets up so she sleep in my bed.
"Why couldn't you sleep?"
"Because I'm used to falling asleep in your arms."
