As I squeeze through the small hole I already feel that it's fairly spacious on its inside; my hands can't reach anything that might resemble a wall. When I have gotten in completely Typher gives me a branch that he set on fire before I went in. I hold it up and I see that I thought right; it's very spacious considering the size of the hill. The cave seems to be around fifteen foot long, with a width of about the same, and I can't feel the top of the ceiling.
Typher pushes in our two backpacks before entering himself, and I can see he's very impressed by the caves size. He actually sits down and gives out a sigh, and I go over to him and sit down myself, and with my free hand I turn his face towards mine just to kiss his lips. Considering I'm holding a branch on fire I don't make the kiss all that long, but I'm fairly content when I do draw back, and I smile at him. He smiles back at me and takes my hand and bring it to his mouth and kisses it. He then stands up, still with my hand in his, and waits for me to get up. We walk back to the entrance and go outside.
I notice I'm hungry. If my foot was well, and I hadn't been walking all day, I would have gone out in the woods to find something, but I settle with what we've got. We walk away from our cave so we can light a small fire to cook our squirrel, and we eat it with some dried fruit and some mint leaves I still have in my pocket.
We chat during our meal; I ask him what he usually does back home, apart from his training, school and work.
"Well, it's kind of embarrassing, but I do like to sing," he tells me.
"You do? Please sing me something, please?" I plead, waving a pair of puppy eyes towards him. He laughs and seems to think. I hope this means he'll sing, but he might just think of a way to turn my request down gently. Luckily, he soon starts to sing, and I'm mesmerized by his voice, it's amazing. Not only full of life, but he make me feel the words he's singing. I concentrate on his words.
"When you look into my eyes,
The world becomes a better place
And you know that in inside,
Love is taking all this space,
Baby I love you, and you"
Oh, my eyes are starting to tear up, this is just so beautiful, and I know he's singing to me, even though he's eyes are closed. I get up and move closer to him and sit down beside him. He lays his arm around my shoulders and I listen to him again.
"We are basically so high,
We are falling down,
With a dream of human dreams,
Is to be alive
We are people holding planets
We live human lives
We are angels wearing feathers
We are crystal white
Crystal white"
My tears has started to fall down my cheeks, but I don't streak them away, I might miss something, this is more important.
"When you look into my eyes
Sun is starting melting down,
When you look into my eyes
It will never hesitate
Baby I love you, and you
We are basically so high,
We are falling down,
With a dream of human dreams,
Is to be alive
We are people holding planets
We live human lives
We are angels wearing feathers
We are crystal white
Crystal white
We are basically so high,
We are falling down,
With a dream of human dreams,
Is to be alive
We are people holding planets
We live human lives
We are angels wearing feathers
We are crystal white
Crystal white"
Tears are still falling from my eyes when he stops and open his eyes, and he looks down at me. He streaks away some tears with his thumb, and then kiss me on my right cheek, then the other, my nose, and then finally my lips. His kiss tastes of salt, most certainly from my tears, but I love it. I pull away for a mere second just to tell him:
"I love you too." And then I kiss him again, and again and again.
When I hear the Capitols anthem I sit by the remnants of our fire, braiding a small basket out of some inner bark from a birch. I can use this tomorrow to put berries or herbs in, that way I can collect even more food at one go, and won't have to go away and look for more each time we're about to eat. Typher has also spent some time in the woods, setting up traps for animals so we might get some more fresh meat tomorrow.
I look up to the sky where the Capitols seal is showing, soon they will show the picture of those who've died today. I only know of one though, Mary, the ones that they killed near us just this morning. Soon I see her picture among the stars, she's the only one who has died today, and it hurts. How can it be so that I've spent my entire day with the boy I love while a fifteen-year-old girl got killed not even a mile from where I was? Why didn't I try to stop it?
Typher starts stroking my back; I think he knows I feel guilty about Mary. He at least knows she was the first one I talked to in these games besides him. That kind of sets a mark, at least in me. I'm not really meant to be here, I'm way too soft, too caring.
Typher leads me back towards the cave, and we both go in and lie down in our sleeping bags. We start talking about Mary, about Chess, we talk about all the tributes we know have died in these two days, and we list the ones that are still alive. There are both from 1 and the boy from 2, then there's the girl from 3, both from 6, the girl from 9 and finally there is that huge boy from 10. Apart from us two there are only eight tributes left alive, which mean that we're soon in the final eight, and that's when they interview our families and friends to broadcast. I hope mother will be alright to do that, that she doesn't mourn me too much and can't function like a normal human being.
If I even make it that long, that is.
We then try to shake the horror of what's in store for us by talking about our district, about ourselves, about anything that will clear our thoughts. Late at night, I tell Typher about my dream back at the hotel, and about the next morning when I saw him with new eyes. He then decides to tell me about how he fell for me.