and may the odds be ever in your favor.
peeta
( dandelion blaze )
disclaimer: not mine.
luck
...
Fast forward a few years. You still haven't talked to Katniss. But you figure that giving her that bread maybe makes up for it. She at least knows you exist, now.
You face your first, second, third, fourth reapings. Every time you're more scared for Katniss than you are for yourself. You aren't sure why, though. She doesn't love you the way you love her, and sometimes you're not even sure that what you feel for her is actually love.
You eventually say yes to some of the girls and start dating. But none of them make an impression on you as Katniss has. Maybe you are actually in love with her.
Your fifth reaping comes around, and you're just as nervous as you've been in past years. You stand there, trying not to look too anxious, as Effie Trinket opens the slip of paper with the girl's name agonizingly slowly. "Primrose Everdeen!"
You let out a sigh of relief, which quickly turns into a horrified gasp as you register the last name. Everdeen. Then that means...
Sure enough, you hear Katniss yelling, "Prim!" The little twelve-year-old girl who was walking bravely towards the stage turns around. And with just one sentence, your worst fears are confirmed. "I volunteer as tribute!" Katniss shouts.
It seems so surreal. You watch as Katniss makes her way up to the stage, pushing through people, ignoring Primrose's protests. Then she's standing on the stage, next to Effie Trinket.
You don't listen to what happens after that. At least, until, Effie calls out the boy's name. "Peeta Mellark!"
You decide right then that you're not quite sure if it was good luck or bad that led you to be standing next to the girl you've been in love with most of your life, shaking her hand, essentially agreeing that you're going to try your hardest to kill each other in a few weeks.