I turned to go to the small tech room to help Luna and Blaine broadcast the ceremony. I felt numb, empty. Glenn was on stage, less than 10 feet above my head. But we could never be together.

I didn't want to scream. Or cry. Or smile. Or anything. I just wanted to sit alone for a while. But I didn't have a choice.

When I turned, I saw Blaine standing by the door, leaning against a wall. And he was glaring at me with such intensity I thought I might spontaneously combust.

Trying to act normal and thinking he was joking, I forced a smile. "Oh no, I'm in trouble. What's up?"

He just shook his head and turned to go in the room. That was odd.

"Hey, wait, Blaine. What's wrong?"

He whirled around to face me. "Just the first time I've ever seen a Gamemaker making out with a Victor, that's all. I thought the Hunger Games were about survival and strength and power. Not falling in love."

"What? Blaine, we weren't-"

"Just forget it, Leta."

And instead of walking into the tech room, he turned and walked away.

I stood there, frozen. I wanted to run after him, but my legs wouldn't move. I was overwhelmed by what had just happened. Glenn had slipped through my fingers, now Blaine, my best friend, was gone too.

But I couldn't leave Luna on her own, especially now that Blaine had left. I walked into the tech room like a robot.

Luna was chipper and excited, as was everyone else in Panem.

She smiled at me as I walked in. "Hello, miss." She looked past me. "Isn't Blaine coming?" she asked.

I shook my head, still in shock. "N-no. I guess not."

"That's a shame. Always nice to have that brain of his around," she said.

I nodded slightly and took my seat. Glenn's celebration was beginning.

The next few hours were a blur. Caesar and Glenn had a short back-and-forth, mostly about what it meant to him to win. At one point he must have mentioned Buggy, because she appeared on screen, her eyes filled to the brim with pride.

Glenn didn't even seem to remember me.

Finally, the Victory movie began. The reaping in District 6, the chariot parade, interviews, the First Fight, everything flashed by. But I wasn't really focused on any of it.

Pangs of guilt struck me as the Games replayed. I had saved him, and what did it get me? A broken heart, a body weighed down by guilt, and Blaine was angry with me, perhaps permanently.

I pondered this as the movie dragged on.

Finally, it concluded, and the screen filled with a smiling Glenn waving to a screaming crowd.

Was it all worth it? Was it worth risking my friendship with Blaine, the integrity of the Games, my job, my life, to save Glenn, the man I love?

I don't know.

And I don't think I ever will.

A/N: Well, that's all folks! Thank you so, so much for reading, and sticking with me and Leta the whole way through! I appreciate it more than words can say. I hope you enjoyed it, whether you've been following since day 1 or just read it today!

I think I'm going to write a Quell next maybe...? ;D So if you'd like, be on the look out for that!

I love you all so much! xx

-Laura

Sibuna!