Hey everyone! Sorry its been so long since I updated this one. I went into focus on Perfection and Promises so if you haven't read it I think you would like it. Anyways I'm really committed now so I promise a new chapter for this every Wednesday. Define Awesomeness! Ok maybe that wasn't nessicary but whatever. Here is my latest chapter. Please leave a review, I love to know that someone is out there and reading. Tell me if you like it, or if you hate it. PM me for idea.

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I sat snuggled up on the velvet couch of our room. Brendan had his arm around me and my head was rested on his chest. I could here is breathing, which seemed more calm then mine. After dinner, which consisted of rich food that I started to savor. I didn't know when the last time I would get to eat some of this stuff, so it was precious. But now we were curled up on the couch pretending to be interested in today's reapings for Daphine, Leather, and Spark's sake. They weren't the one's who were going to die, so to them it was all just a game.

But since Brendon and I were District 1, I had to painfully watch me walk up on stage. And watch Brendon's dramatic outburst and plead to go into the games. I had to sit through our kiss, our passionate savory public display of affection. I watched our hands intertwine, then raise in the air victoriously. It made me sick to my stomach reliving the worst day of my life. But I was glad that Brendon was there to rub contorting circles around my back. I could pretend all I wanted that I was mad at him, but I couldn't stay angry.

I tried to sleep through the other reapings. But I managed to stay awake for a few of the memorable ones. For example, I noticed a handsome boy from District 2. And we all could tell it was the stud child of Cato. I remembered him winning the 74th, and now he had a son who was a splitting image of him. There was the beautiful daughter of Finnick and Annie. I knew they had other children, and I figured she was their youngest. And there was a small boy from 5, with glasses, he looked utterly useless but if you looked hard you could see something in him. I noticed the other usual, a strong boy from 7. A quiet girl from 11. And the meek and timid kids from 12. I was surprised they had even found 2 tributes from 12, they rarely had any victors. I couldn't remember their last ones, but then again I didn't care enough about the games to want to remember.

Brendon had shook me awake after the anthem had played and I fluttered my eyelashes tiredly, muttering something even I couldn't make out. But I had noticed Bren smirk, and pick me up bridal style. I fell out of it again, until I was safely planted in Brendon's bed with him next to me. I groggily looked up to him.

"Are you watching me sleep?" I said to him, or at least thats what it had sounded like.

Brendon chuckled, "Your beautiful when your tired Laci. Plus when your half-councious you can't glare at me for volunteering."

With that I made a half hearted attempt to glare at him, but I knew it had come out cute and silly. I wasn't very scary when I was mad, unless I was seriously pissed or something. "Shut up," I murmured at his laughing, which made him take his hands and brush some of my hair out of my face.

"I love you Lace, whatever happens. You know that,"he whispered to me, but I knew he was hiding his face. I could tell by the tone of his voice though, that he was frowning. No longer teasing me for my inability to get angry.

"I love you more," I whispered back quietly, but I didn't wait for his response I was falling out of focus. My eyes closed.

I looked around the scenery. We were in a forrest up in a tree, watching the final blow happen between District 7 boy and Cato's kid. But it was a silly fight, then ended up killing each other. Once the boom of the cannons had echoed through the arena Brendon had looked to me with tears in his eyes.

"I love you Lace, whatever happens. You know that," he said looking seriously in my eyes before taking out his knife. I screamed, as he swiftly jumped down from our tree.

"Brendon! Brendon stop! Stop!" My screams were frantic, verge on hysterical. But it was over. The final boom shook the arena as my boyfriend was lifted up by hovercraft.

I was shocked. I was frozen. The blare of victory trumpets was ringing in my ears and the hovercraft was brought down. A later appeared and I unwillingly but my arm on it, being frozen by the electric current. I was brought up against my will. Once back safely inside, I blocked out everything anyone was saying, and all of the congratulations. I was not listening, I had one thing. I needed to see him. "Where's Brendon. Where is he?" I fought, clawing. Demanding to see him. I was violently pushed back, and tranquilized. Then I blacked out in the commotion.

I woke up suddenly, looked over to him safely snoring beside me. That was my worst nightmare, something I was painfully dreading. But there was no way in hell that I was going to let that happen. I just wasn't. And I knew that was what would happen if I wasn't careful. I snuggled up closer to him, and Brendon made a noise wrapping his arm around me. I didn't think he was actually awake, I think he just needed something to cling to. And as I closed my eyes, and tried to think of how I was going to be able to make him win. He was stubborn, and wouldn't let me talk him into me not winning. If we were the final 2 there was no way he would come out alive. And then it hit me, painfully hit me. I knew there was one thing I was going to have to do. The only way we wouldn't be the final 2, if we weren't together anymore. If he hated me, there was no motivation to protect me. I knew the only way to keep him safe, was if I broke up with him. When you loved things, sometimes you had to let them go.