I have been waiting in the Capital now for about two days, before I am told that the Games have finished. I haven't been allowed to speak to any of the mentors, but have had the privilege of twenty four hour supervision from Effie. I now just want to see Cato, when the message had come to us to tell us that the Games had finished, I wasn't allowed to know who had won until he was introduced to the Capital.

So, I sit here with Effie and my prep team preparing for my interview later tonight. They weren't allowed to talk to me at all about the Games in case they gave out information on who had won. So we are now sitting in silence, not really knowing what to say to one another. I sat here thinking to myself, what would happen when the Games finished. Would it be any different at home? What would happen if Cato hadn't won? Would I be left alone? If Cato did survive would I be allowed to go and visit him in District Two? Would he want to still speak to me? Would he remember me? Would the Capital restore his memory? All of these questions were floating around my head.

I didn't even notice when everyone had left the room and Cinna had walked in carrying a midnight blue dress. He sat on the seat in front of me. He lifted my hand into his own and this was the first I had looked at him. His face gave it away, his cheeky grin and the sparkle in his eyes.

"I decided against another fire dress. I thought I should connect you to your partner. He has the same colour for his tie. I'm sure you will see that it will look wonderful on him."

Right at the moment, I knew exactly what Cinna was trying to tell me. I knew I recognised why I thought the dress was so familiar. The colour was the same colour as Cato's eyes. A dark almost navy eye colour. I had never really looked at Thresh's eyes, but I could have sworn they were a brown, definitely not the same as this dress.

He smiled back at me; it must have been obvious that I now knew what the dress was truly trying to tell me. Even though I knew that I was going to be with Cato, I still had many concerns and worries to face. What would my mother and Prim think when I go home? What would the rest of the District think about me, as I helped a Career, and ended up falling in love with him? Even more what would Gale think of me?

In no time, Cinna has me ready and I'm waiting in one of the rooms behind the stage of the interviews. The stage where I will be reunited with Cato. I hear the door open, and in steps Haymitch. He walks up to me and throws his arms around me. I fall into his embrace, thanking him for saving Cato.

"We need to get you ready for this interview. We need to make sure that you don't do anything stupid, Sweetheart. I have worked too hard for anything to be thrown away now."

"Haymitch, what happened to Cato? Why didn't he know who I was?"

"Some people didn't like your last interview, so they decided they would try and erase the emotions from him, therefore he no longer remembered that you were anything special. When he was stung with the tracker venom, he forgot most things. Capital, have fixed him up again and they have made sure that he now remembers everything."

"Thank you, Haymitch. But what happens now?"

"You're not going to like this bit, but one of you will have to move to the other District. I don't know who it will be, we will find out in the interview, but it isn't looking in your favour."

"I have to leave my family? Mother? Prim? Who will look after Prim?"

"I'll look after them. They will be living in the house that you own in the Victor's village and then they will get a bit of you earnings, more than enough for them to live on."

"Thank you, Haymitch."

"Come on I think we will be starting soon."

I am left once again in the interview room, thinking over what Haymitch has just told me. That I would be no longer living in District Twelve. I would have to go and live with Cato and his family.

I could hear the sound of Caesar welcoming everyone to the interview and introducing my prep team as well as Cinna, and then Effie and Haymitch. They then cut it of welcoming my partner's prep team, stylist, escort and then mentors.

I could then feel the floor beneath me beginning to rise as I was being lifted up onto the stage. I could hear the claps and the cheers of the audience as we were lifted up onto the stage. As soon as I could see the stage, I could tell that I was at the front, with my partner behind me. The movement of the floor prevented me from turning around, adding to the nerves I had.

"We would like to welcome our female victor: Katniss Everdeen of District Twelve."

I turned around to look at the stage before me. There was no other prep teams, or stylists, mentors or escorts, just my own. Where were they? Why were they not here? Had something happened to them?

"Katniss…she's out again folks. I think someone might be a little nervous."

"Sorry, just couldn't find the others."

"Oh, Katniss, don't worry we thought we would have a little chat with you first and then let your partner come out."

"Ok, that makes sense."

"So Katniss, what did you think of this year's games? Where they challenging enough for you? Did the Gamekeepers do a good enough job?"

"They certainly did. It was definitely an interesting game. Something I will not forget them for quite some time."

"Yes, I think I speak for everyone when I say that, you gave us one of the most interesting games of all time. Wouldn't you agree folks?"

The audience once again cheers and roars with the excitement, many of them screaming my names reminding me of the Tribute Parade, which evidently lead me back to Cato, causing me to let out a little chuckle.

"What do you find ever so funny Katniss, please tell us all?"

"I was just thinking back onto my time, before I went to the Games here in the Capital. I have some very fond memories."

"Yes, I would agree your time with us before the Games was very memorable to us as well. Katniss, before you went into the interview, you declared your love for a certain District Two tribute: are your feelings for Cato the same as they were now that you are out of the arena?"

"Definitely, Caesar; they are probably even stronger."

"Well folks, I think it was about time, that we let our male victor become known to Katniss.

I watched as another area of the stage started to drop letting someone come up to greet us on the stage. I wanted to keep my eyes open, hoping that I would see Cato, but what if I had been wrong, what if Cato had died? If I was stuck with the District Elven tribute: Thresh.

I watched as someone came towards me, I didn't even think to stop before running to fling myself into his arms, letting him hold me, but he didn't feel the same, he was too small to be Cato and he was definitely too small to be Thresh, I looked at the man, to see a Capital looking man, staring back at me.

I jumped out of his arms and almost ran back to Caesar, who was chuckling away to himself.

"Let, me introduce Cato's stylist: Barabbas."

I scowled thinking back to how naïve I had been; I should have waited before acting so childish.

"I think we might need to jump forward straight to Cato, we wouldn't want you jumping on Brutus, don't think he would be too pleased."

The audience laughed and I could feel a blush coming over my cheeks. This time I stood beside Caesar, waiting for Cato to walk out.

Finally from behind the smoke Cato strode forward with one of his cocky grins, and this time I flung myself onto him. I let my hands wrap around Cato's neck, as his own found their way to my waist, my legs making their way around his waist.

Cato whispered into my ear: "I hope you didn't forget me that quickly."

"Never."

We could hear the crowd shouting and screaming each of our names, as we broke apart and walked towards Caesar. Cato grabbed my hand as soon as we were about to sit down.

"So, Cato, how does it feel to be reunited with Katniss?"

"I hated being apart from her, and I have to say it is great to be finally back with her, and I don't want to ever let her go again."

"Isn't young love wonderful, folks? So Cato, how did you feel when they announced the new rule change for this year?"

"It meant that I wasn't going to die, because there was no way I was going to let Katniss die, and there was no way I could live without her here with me, she's means the world to me."

"So Cato, what was going through your head when it was just you in the arena, was there ever a moment when you thought what would happen if you didn't make it out?"

"I tried not to think about that: I would like to think that Katniss would miss me just as much I missed her, and I would like to think that her family would be there for her, if something had happened to me. But, I don't like to dwell on that fact too much as I am here now."

"And here you are. So, we are now going to watch some of the main thoughts of your Games."

I moved closer to Cato not wanting to see the Games which had claimed so many people, so many young defenceless children: which could have been me, but Cato had saved me, and I had saved him.

We watched as they played over the majority of our times in the Games, and our time in the Capital, there was even a small video of our time outside the Gamekeepers room, which seemed so long ago: when it could have only been at least two or three weeks ago. This caused the audience to go wild and I knew that my cheeks were definitely crimson, which caused Cato to laugh. They also played the times of us in the cave, and Rue's death. I watched as the battle between Cato and Thresh happened. Cato had snuck up on him, while he was asleep, trying to slit his throat, to give him a quick and painless death. However, he had awoken when Cato was about half way through; there were many attempts at both Cato and Thresh's life. I watched as he cut him under his eye, and suddenly looked up to see if I could see a scar. But there was none: not even a slight indication of what had occurred just two days ago.

The video finished and the president came to give us our crown. Cato had a larger golden crown, which looked like a normal crown. He then waits to place a crown upon my own head: this time it was a silvery gold. It looked like thorns around it rather than a normal band. He went on to announce that he hoped we had enjoyed our time in the Games.

"As we have now one man and one woman as Victors of this year's Hunger Games: in the case I have decided that due to the connection that these two share, that we will not separate them, but we must keep these two as a united front, so that we can remember that we can't abandon those who are with one self. Let me present to you the Victors of the Seventy- Fourth Annual Hunger Games: Cato Peterson and Katniss Everdeen of District Two."