I nocked to the door, four knocks, so that he knew it was me. It was late at night, Leather and Spark insisted that we get our rest. So they told us to stay in our bed, get rest. Brendon and I however, decided to completely disregard what they told us. Its not that we didn't respect them, or that they were wrong, it was just that I needed to have the few more hours with him. I needed it.

The door slowly creaked open, making a small squeak that I knew no one would here. Leather and Spark were long asleep, I knew my brothers sleeping patterns. He had nightmares after the games, and went to be at midnight every night. He would wake up almost every hour on a clockwork, getting up walking around, it was like he still had to take shifts. I never asked him about it, I never bothered him.

I said nothing as I closed the door, and layed beside him looking up at the ceiling. I looked at the intricate pattern, that reminded me of glofided stars. Glorified stars, victors. The sky was like the blanket of dead tributes, the background to the stars. No one cares about the nothingness in space, just the stars. Stars that were just dim lights. Stars that were losing light by the second. They were fading, no one noticed.

"Brendon." I whispered to him barely above a whisper. No one would know I was in his room, in his bed. I was supposed to be sleeping, resting.

"Lace."He whispered back, still staring blankly.

It was weird for the two of us, training would start tomorrow. Training would start. Brendon didn't know what that really meant, but I did. Still, the games were getting closer. Closer. Too close.

I kept looking at the ceiling, folding my arms over my chest. They went up and down in the steady monotone breathing and the up down of my chest. "I love you, you know that right?"

Brendon smirked, but I knew it was because he wanted to laugh. This wasn't a time to laugh. "Of course I know that Laci, your my girlfriend. And you tell me all the time."

I sighed, but quietly, "I just want you to know that. No matter what happens now, I still love you."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It just means," I started slowly,"I just want you to know thats all. I just want you to know how important to me you are. I would do anything for you, and all of that." I mustered a tiny smile. Then I felt salt on the top of my lips, and felt another wet drop slide down my cheek.

"Aw come here," He whispered, pulling me over so that I was on my side facing him. I gave him another tiny smile. Then he pressed his lips to mine.

We had decided, that we were going to pause the moment. We were just going to pretend we were still home. We weren't here, in the games. We were just going to enjoy the time we had now. Tick tick tick, the countdown was starting.

The kiss turned deeper, and more intimate. His arms were protectively around me, toned strong. I thought of the stars above our head, the victors. My brother. They were fading. Fading, but pretending to shine bright like they were brand new. I didn't want to be a star, but yet I didn't want to be part of the black background of the sky. I just wanted to be me, not categorized. But that was what I was facing, I was part of the games. And now I had to chose, to be a star or space. Empty space.

I kissed him harder, as his hands found bra strap. I knew what was happening, I knew the timing was right. If there was any time it would be tonight. Because tomorrow would be when I would define my choice. I would have to chose to be space, I would rather him be a star. And just hope he doesn't fade like the rest.

My shirt was lifted over my head, as was his. I kissed him more, deeper. I knew I loved him. And when you loved things sometimes you had no choice but to let them go. But like space i would always be around him, with him. I just couldn't keep us together. There was no way. Someone had to be a star, it wouldn't be me. I didn't deserve it. And now I would have the hardest thing I ever had to do in my life. Watching the games was only one thing. Being in them would be the end of everything I knew. I just hoped that the games would't change me.

At least I had now to be me, these moments.

Best night ever. But then again, I could say it was the worst. Bittersweetness tested my lips when we woke up in the morning. I quickly kissed his cheek, before making my way to my own room again before he woke up. I had a headache, I didn't feel great. But yet I felt amazing. I just couldn't make up my mind about anything.

I showered. I did my hair. I put on the outfit laid out for me. I was white form fitting pants, and a gray fitting tank top. I brushed my hair, putting it up into a tight pony tail. I looked normal, pretty. I looked almost fake, not me. My head hurt.

I knew the choice I would be making, starting with breakfast. I knew I was defining myself. I knew I was letting the games change me. I knew it, I was well aware. I just couldn't do anything about it. I had no way to fix this, I was sucked into the games. I took a breath before walking to breakfast. I was changing. And soon I would be space. Empty Space.

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