Oaklea,

As I stood on the roof, I was much like the many Capitol citizens that were watching me today. I was oblivious. I was oblivious to the war, which was being waged right below me. I was oblivious to the plans of President Snow.

I was back to the way I had been a year ago, standing in the penthouse I had called home for over ten years. I was back to thinking of my own troubles, thinking of how much I missed Skye and having my family all together.

I was back to the day I was called into the Hunger Games. I was back to the day that I lost my false feeling of safety and waited for all hell to break loose. I was back to the moment where I knew that I was either about to live in eternal hell of my actions or I was going to die.

And I had not missed it, nor had I ever thought that I would feel this again.

I thought those days of my life were gone forever, tucked away inside of my memory. I thought I was invincible from the cruel intentions from President Snow, but I see now that only the moment where he will take his last breath will free me.

Until then, I was trapped in his clutches like a toy that a child refuses to throw away, no matter how much older they get.

Only there were new chains to be added to my entrapment, and it would be chained around me as soon as I said, "I do."

Rose was walking down the aisle, and I felt a horrible panic rise inside of me as I realized what I was going to have to do.

To the world, this was the perfect wedding. It was the perfect, winter-themed wedding dress. It was the perfect place, the perfect music. The perfect guest list. It was the perfect match, two A-List celebrities with government connections that would make them prosper.

I was the Jabberjay, and this was my soon-to-be wife. We were perfect to the Capitol. We were the golden children, now married adults.

I had once been perfect to them as well. I had once been the face of the 75th Hunger Games. I was the boy that everyone loved. I was a member of the Dream Team who was supposed to protect his baby sister and kill Drew Ilium. I was the one that people tuned in for, the member of a rivalry that everyone was waiting to see the ending to.

But they would never love me again.

Never Oaklea.

Beaumont was their boy. He would be their remembered hero.

Oaklea was the traitor…

Who was I now?

Was I Oaklea, or was I Beaumont?

As Rose continued down the aisle, that question consumed my mind.

When I married this horrible woman, I became Beaumont. I would be Beaumont forever. I would most likely live.

If I said no, I would be Oaklea. I would be Oaklea just one last time. I would be able to die myself.

And, for the first time, I was actually considering being Oaklea once more. Was it worth living if I could never be with the people I love again?

By the time that Rose had reached me, I had my answer.

"No," it was barely a whisper, but Rose heard it.

"What?" she dropped her bouquet out of shock.

"No," it was louder now. "I don't."

Everyone was staring at me, waiting for what I would say that would make this moment okay. That was what I did. I faked it. I lied. I made everything look okay, but I was tired.

I just shook my head, finally smiling.

"I will not marry you."

The words hung in the air, and I felt the freeing moment that I wanted so badly, though I knew it would probably be my last.

And, just as I predicted, all hell broke loose. But it wasn't against me.

It was for me.

The doors opened, and soldiers were rushing everywhere. Someone grabbed onto Rose, and they were pulling her away to safety. The A-List guests were running away in a frenzy, panic rising through them as they tried to escape what was supposed to be the "Perfect Day."

But none of it mattered to me.

Because my dream had finally come true.

There she was.

Drew Ilium.

The girl I loved.

Running towards me.

Here again.

With me.

My smile was spreading, and I couldn't stop it, nor did I want to.

And then I noticed too late.

Drew's eyes were wrong.

Those beautiful eyes that I used to get lost in were wrong. They weren't right. They were different. They were not Drew's eyes. I knew Drew's eyes. I adored them. I knew every bit of them, and these were not right.

And then I got my proof.

Drew tackled me to the ground, and I was shocked, unable to fight back as she tried to kill me. People were screaming, but I couldn't hear it really. It was fading away as I felt her fight against me.

This was the plan…

"Drew! It is me! Oaklea!" I screamed, but it didn't do any good. She was in a trance, and nothing would stop it.

Drew would kill me. I would be dead, and she would have to live with herself knowing that she had been the reason I was dead.

"Drew! Please!" I tried to fight back, but I couldn't hurt her. I could never hurt her. Her beautiful hands that I used to wrap around mine were now wrapped around my neck.

She stopped, and she reached back into her belt for her gun, and I knew that was it. I would be dead in a few moments, and she would snap out of it to realize it. I couldn't let that happen, not just for me but for her. I took a deep breath, and I pulled her down to me, taking the chance that I knew I had to.

I had to snap Drew out of it. I needed to remind her how much I loved her and how much she loved me. How happy we had been and how happy we could be. I had to show her… I just had to.

I lifted myself up to kiss her deeply, holding tight onto her to keep her from getting a hold of that gun.

She struggled against me, and I could feel it as she gripped onto the gun, bringing it up.

And then she dropped it. She stopped struggling. She relaxed into me, and her arms wrapped around my neck, her hand supporting my head as I leaned back. Her fingers laced through my now-blonde hair, and I almost cried out of joy.

She was back.

She was mine.

She gently pulled away, a small smile on her lips as her eyes began to blink open.

Her eyes were hers again. They were the eyes I loved so much.

Drew suddenly realized what she had almost done, and her face fell. Her eyes watered, and a stray tear fell down her cheek as she shook her head.

"I-I almost killed you," Drew cried, her fingertips running over my cheek as if trying to prove to herself that this was real.

"But you didn't," I pulled Drew down to hug me, rocking her gently as I repeated over and over, "I love you, and I'm okay. I love you, and I'm okay. I love you, and I'm okay."

Drew relaxed into my arms, closing her eyes as she kept crying into my chest. I ran my fingers through her hair, savoring the way her hair felt on my skin. Savoring everything about her. just holding her and refusing to let go.

Drew,

My eyes stayed closed as Oaklea began to carry me away from the fighting, away from the terrace where he was supposed to get married. Away from the place I almost killed him and the gun I almost killed him with.

My arms were around his neck, and my head was tucked on his shoulder. I never wanted to let him go. I refused to. I wanted to feel his warmth against me. I needed to feel the way he held me so tight, like I was the most important thing in the entire world to him.

There was a secluded bedroom, and Oaklea carried me there, sitting me down on the bed as he looked at me, taking in every detail of my face.

His hand rested on my cheek, and I closed my eyes again, putting my hand on top of his.

"I missed you so much," I whispered, chocking back a sob.

His arms wrapped around me again, pulling me close to him in a tight hug. He continued to rock me.

"Don't cry," he whispered, "I hate it when you cry."

"I-I almost killed you, Oaklea," I whispered, and he shook his head.

"But you didn't. It wasn't your fault. It was President Snow. I know you would never hurt me," he whispered, "I love you, Drew."

"I love you, too."

"I couldn't marry her," Oaklea told me, still holding me close, "I just couldn't. I said no. At the wedding, before you got there. I said no."

I smiled a bit, and another tear slid down my cheek.

"You're mine now," I smiled a little wider, running my fingers through his blonde hair. I missed the black, and I wondered how long it would be until Ramma would have his hair black again, and I hoped it wouldn't be too long. I wanted all trace of Beaumont gone. I just wanted Oaklea.

"Always was," he grinned, kissing me again. As he pulled away, he looked down to his tux and my jumpsuit.

"I don't think I really want to see that. Too much of a reminder," I pointed towards the tux, and he nodded, pulled off the different layers as I got up and began to pull off my jumpsuit, looking in the closet to see if there was anything else there.

I was reaching for a robe when I noticed that Oaklea was staring at me.

I followed his eyes to the scar on my thigh from when someone tried to kill me, and my face fell. I forgot that I was going to try to hide it from him. I didn't want him to worry, to know that I had almost died. But now he did…

Oaklea walked towards me and looked at the scar, running a finger over the repulsing, raised scar that I would have to live with for the rest of my life. Oaklea looked at me, pain and worry in his eyes.

"How did this happen?"

I didn't answer.

"Drew, how did this happen?" his voice was more forceful.

"The war… someone tried to kill me. I killed him, and Alecca and Future found me before I could bleed out…" I finally answered.

His anger was growing.

"Alecca said he would keep you safe," his jaw tightened, looking away.

"I'm okay. I'm fine," I put my hands on his cheek to make him look at me, "He tried, but you know he couldn't control me. I went into the war no matter what he said. And I wasn't supposed to go out that night… but I wanted to do something for a friend. And he saved me one I was hurt. He forced me home."

"But you got hurt, Drew. I didn't want you to ever get hurt," he looked at me, and I shook my head.

"It doesn't matter. I am not dead. I am perfectly fine, and I am here. I just have an ugly scar," I smiled weakly, and he shook his head, kissing my forehead.

"You're perfect, scar or no scar."

I leaned onto him, still running his hands up and down my back.

"We've had a long day, let's lay down," Oaklea told me, and I nodded.

"I had to wake up at four in the morning," I smiled weakly, holding onto his hand as I relaxed onto the bed, sliding underneath the warm blankets. Oaklea's arms reached out for me, bringing him close to me.

I curled up against him, closing my eyes as he played with my hair.

"I want to know everything about what has happened," he told me, "Every little detail."

"Robin and Skye are together."

"Finally!" Oaklea laughed.

"You have a niece," I told him, my hands running over his chest, "Taylor Andrewlisa Wells. She is the most perfect baby you can imagine. She looks just like Skye. And Taylor is just so sweet."

"How does Skye like being a mom?"

"Oh, she loves it. She loves Taylor more than life itself. So does Robin. Robin loves that little baby," I told him, and I glanced up see that he was crying.

"A-Are you alright, Oaklea?" I sat up to look at him better.

"I just hate I wasn't there," his smile was sad, and he continued to play with my hair.

"You'll be there for everything else," I kissed him gently, and his arms wrapped around me, a small smile on his lips as he continued to kiss me.

I had my Oaklea back. He was mine.

And I loved him. And I never wanted to let him go. I would never let him go. Now that he was mine again, I was never going to lose him.

"I love you," I whispered against his lips, and he pulled me into the most perfect, passionate kiss that I had ever, ever had. My arms wrapped around him, supporting his head with my hands and letting my fingers play with this curly hair. My legs wrapped around him, and I closed my eyes.

I had won.

I had beaten President Snow. I had Oaklea. He was mine. He would forever be mine. I loved him. He loved me.

We would be happy….

One day, this would all be far away, a distant memory. We would get married, have our own little Taylor, and just be happy…