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The Reaping of the 74th Hunger Games
Peeta's POV
I watched as her long braid swept over her shoulder, and the tears rolled down her cheeks. I was devastated to see her, the love of my love, so upset. She walked on stage as Gale pulled her sister away. Then it was time for the boy tribute. Effie pulled the slip out. "Our male tribute is…Peeta Mellark!" I gulped as my friend pushed me up on stage. Effie grabbed my arm and pulled me next to Katniss. I stuttered, as I stood next to her. I didn't know what to do, so I stuck my hand out. She reluctantly shook it as the tears glistened on her face. I knew I had to let her win this; she deserved it more than me. I just hoped that my death would be short and painless.
Katniss' POV
Everything happened so fast. Prim was reaped, then I volunteered, and then he was reaped. Peeta Mellark, the boy I keep owing stuff to, the Boy with the Bread. I didn't want to see him die, but I knew I'd have to if I wanted to win for myself, for Gale, for Prim.
A week after the Games
Katniss' POV
That was it. The Games were over. I finally escaped the torture and pain. When I sat in my compartment on the train, the memories flooded through me, the fire dress, the interview, Rue, when I found out that me and Peeta could both win, and the final moments when we did. It was all so surreal. But then he found out that my love for him was all an act to get sponsors. He was furious and stormed away. I was left alone in my room. And that was the only thing I regretted during the Games, losing the Boy with the Bread.