What if? What if neither of them had been reaped? What if Beetee and Wiress each turned nineteen able to breathe a sigh of relief, secure in the knowledge that whatever horrors life brings them, at least it won't be the Hunger Games?
If that were the case, they might still find each other. Beetee, six years older, might have stayed single until twenty six out of devotion to his work. Wiress, a sweet twenty year old genius might be assigned to work under his tutelage and her beauty and mind might make him take a second look. They might work late together, each cherishing the moments when their hands brush. She might slyly ask him about the women in his life. He might casually ask her to join him for coffee after work. He might walk her home once the coffee shop closes and they realize that they have spent hours just talking and laughing, and she might kiss him gently as a thank you, only for the kiss to turn passionate once they realize what has happened.
They might date for a while, or be engaged right away. They might sleep together constantly, or wait for the wedding night. The wedding might be huge, an event for all of District 3, or it might be private for just family.
They might have children. A sweet girl with her mother's large eyes and brains that rival her parents' combined. A boy with dark hair who is shy in public but a terror in the house. The children might escape the reaping too, leaving Wiress and Beetee to hold each other in bed the final reaping night, whispering that they feel truly lucky. These children might find their own loves, get married, have children of their own, ensuring that the genetic line lives on.
They might all participate in the rebellion, and survive, treated as heroes even though they only did what they believed to be right. They might actually meet the mockingjay and her friends after the Capitol falls, might choose to end up living in District 4, where the damage is less, and they can live by the sea. They might die in their sleep, both on the same night, each in their nineties. The entire neighborhood might think it is for the best, as neither one would have been able to live without the other. Their children and grandchildren and great grandchildren might dance at the funeral, because such long happy lives deserve to be celebrated, not mourned.
What if? This other life, the possibilities that could have existed if they were not reaped. It is beautiful. But it is only a what if. They were reaped. Wiress was killed, her life cut short by a blade at the Quarter Quell. Her body was taken by the Capitol, Beetee did not get the closure of a funeral. They did not get this lovely possible life. They got the real one instead.