Coral won the 69th annual Hunger Games. I was really proud to bring her home where the crowd whooped and cheered. Everyone loved her.

Of course, President Snow could not use her for his unmentionable auctions because she was too young and vulnerable. So, a few weeks later, she was killed. Snow could not make money off of her, so he thought she was better off dead.

The day of her funeral, I sat on the beach at sunrise, making patterns with the faint trace of stars that dappled the sky. I realized that all twenty four tributes were dead, every single one of them, even Snow's victor. The thought was over whelming and I began to cry.

Mira appeared by my side.

"What's wrong, Fin?" She asked me, obviously not caring.

"Coral is dead and today is her funeral."

I said only that because I didn't feel like talking. But of course, Mira practically forced me to.

"I don't think that this is working out," She said, not daring to look at me.

"What's not working out?"

"Our relationship." That bitch! She said it so matter-of-factly that it made me want to strangle her. I was here crying over the death of a thirteen-year-old and she tells me she's breaking up with me.

She got up and walked away, leaving me crying in the sand.

I finally decided to get the ambition to get up and head to my house in Victor's Village. When I entered it, Mira was sitting on a stool at the counter-top island, drinking tea comfortably.

"What the hell are you doing here, Mira?" I said, wrinkling my nose as if she were a bad smell. I hated her now for her lack of comforting sympathy.

"I decided it was working, Finny," She smiled warmly and charmingly. I didn't care.

"Mira, you broke up with me, so get out!" I didn't mean it to come out so harsh, but it did. Mira looked enraged.

"Finnick, I came back for you! I decided that I was too good to let you be sad. Wait, that didn't make sense." She started thinking and thinking, trying to find a sentence about how she felt without complementing me.

"Mira, I told you to get out of my house!" I pointed to the door as she looked at me with a blank expression. Her face soon turned from lost to angry. She stormed into the kitchen and pulled a steak knife from the knife slab. My eyes widened and she nodded as if to say, 'Oh yes'.

The knife whizzed past me and I ducked. I was about to duck out the window when I second and more murderous knife caught me in the shoulder blade. I cried in pain and looked menacingly at Mira. Blood from my shoulder cascaded onto the floor, making a mess I would surely have to clean up after my lunatic of an ex-girlfriend exited my house.

I felt like I was going to pass out, but I whispered 'stay strong' to myself. If I did fall into an accidental slumber I would surely be murdered by another one of my kitchen knives.

Blood continued to fall. Mira laughed manically. She came over and kicked me in the neck forcibly.

"I'm not done with you yet, Odair."

The words echoed in my head. I had finally realized as I received many blows to the head, that the knife that hit me in the shoulder lay beside me carelessly. I picked it up and with a powerful swing, launched it into Mira's heart.

Guilt killed me almost more than my knife killed her. Of course, she had a reason to live. I looked at her beautiful, limp body and thought about her murderous death. The murder was foreign yet fluent; reluctant yet swift.

I told her to get out of my house. My effin' house and she decided she was going to murder me! I began to think of what I was going to do with her body. What if the peacekeepers saw it? I would probably be sentenced to death, but then again, I make Snow way too much money already, so he won't dare throw away his gold, even if I was branded as the Capitol's copper at the same time; I was worth nothing.

I carried her bloody and gory body up to the guest bedroom. I found a duffel bag and stuffed her in it savagely. I put the duffel over my shoulder and carried it out the door and to the beach.

I reopened the bag and took Mira's body out of it. I took one last look at Mira's beautiful face and sprinkled it with sand: the proper way to send someone off.

I put sea shells all in her hair and on her shirt and wove grass through random knots, trying to make her as presentable as could be. I covered her wound the wild lilacs that grew around me. She looked so innocent. I fell in love with her all over again and then reminded myself she was dead.

When Mira was all decked out with sea shells and flowers and sand I sprinkled more sand on her delicate body. She was ready.

I carried her thoughtlessly to the salt, wavy water that hugged the rocks. I put Mira's body in it and pushed her regretfully. I watched a little while as her familiar face got smaller and smaller as she floated of into the sunny horizon. Finally, the waves swallowed her.

I felt guilty and relieved. I no longer had to deal with Mira's stupid and snarky attitude, but I really was going to miss her. I couldn't get over the fact that I had murdered her. I murdered plenty of other people in the games, but not someone that I once loved. I was pretty much sure that I loved her. Even though she tried to kill me with a kitchen knife, she was an all right girlfriend.

Wait- is it just me or if my judgment on people really screwed?