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"No," I'm mumbling as they take my friends away. "No, no, no, no." I'm following them. I'm pushing my way through the crowds of people.

I'm sprinting to the Justice Building. "No, no, no," I keep repeating like a crazy woman. Peeta had as many slips as me! Prim had one! One!

A hysterical Prim sobs into her mother's shoulder. They must have gotten back from seeing Katniss. Her mother stands still and lets her daughter cry. It breaks my already broken heart.

I run into the room where Katniss is being held first. "Three minutes," a Peacekeeper announces.

Katniss turns around from her spot to look at me. "They let you wear one thing from your district in the arena," I state. Katniss looks surprised to see me. I'm already unclasping my Mockingjay pin. Fast and to the point. I only get three minutes. "One thing to remember your home. Will you wear this?" I shove my Mockingjay pin to her.

"Your pin," Katniss asks.

"Here, I'll put it on your dress, all right?" I fix the golden pin to her dress. "Promise you'll wear it into the arena, Katniss? Promise?" My voice begins to squeak. I don't want to cry in front of Katniss. I should get going. Soon.

She solemnly nods. "Yes." I lean forward and place a kiss on her cheek. I wrap her into an embrace to hide the tears that are forming. I quickly exit the room, but spare one last glance at Katniss. She's examining the golden pin. Be my Mockingjay, Katniss. Finish what Maysilee started.

I wipe the tears that have managed to roll down my cheeks while I march into Peeta's room. "Three minutes," a Peacekeeper informs me. Three minutes. I get three minutes. How can I fit all of what I want to say to Peeta in three minutes?

"Peeta," I cry. He turns his gaze toward me.

"Hey, hey. Don't cry," he says as he rushes over to me. We hug, but I know I have to talk. This could be my last moment with him. The thought makes me cry harder.

"You have to win."

"I can't."

"You can and you will," I say forcefully. I lean back and stare into his bright blue eyes. "You will."

"Madge, don't you see? I can't!" I'm shaking my head frantically. "My own mother doesn't think I'll win."

"Peeta, you listen and you listen good. You'll win. You'll come home to me, okay? There are no other options."

"Katniss?"

The name stops me short. I totally forgot about her. Do I choose my friend or my love? My love or my friend? "You worry about yourself, okay?" I gave her the Mockingjay pin. It's all okay.

"Madge, why do you want me to be the Victor so badly?"

The moment of truth. "I-," I'm cut off by a Peacekeeper abruptly entering.

"Your time is up."

"Please, one more minute?

The Peacekeeper doesn't answer. He marches over to me and drags me away. No more mister nice guy. "No," I screech. "Peeta!" I'm bawling hysterically. I'm kicking and screaming.

"I'll see you soon," Peeta calls out calmly. The door closes. That could've been my last moment with him.

The Peacekeeper puts me down and returns to his post. "I love you," I whisper to the door, careful no one heard me. I'm just hoping he figures it out.

I see Gale exiting from the room Katniss was placed in. He looks at me suspiciously. "Did you visit the townie?"

Why does he care? Crap. I wipe at my eyes hurriedly, trying to erase the evidence of all of my crying. "Yes, and Gale it would be nice for you to call people by their names."

"If you're rooting for bread boy then why did you give Katniss your pin?"

"I'm not rooting for anyone."

He strides closer to me with a glare on his face. "You listen to me, Undersee," he growls in an intimidating voice. "Katniss is your friend, right?" I nod. "She has a family to get back to. A family that needs her. You think her mom is going to take care of Prim? That's a load of bull. We all know she's going to zone out like she did when her dad died."

"I know." Tears begin to come back. "I know, Gale! You think I don't? I have to pick between my two closest friends!"

"Well, you better pick Katniss. We both know Peeta isn't coming back."

"Don't you dare tell me what to do!" My voice begins to crack. "Peeta has a chance. Don't rule him out so early."

"Oh, I see how it is. Townies band together, huh?" He laughs a cruel laugh. "I actually thought you were her friend."

"I am," I shriek.

"Let's just say I didn't see waterworks after you visited Katniss."

I leave right then and there because I don't think I can take anymore. How dare he say those things! I sob on the way back to my house.

Peeta won't be there anymore to comfort me, or keep my secrets, or just to bring me happiness. He's going to spend the next few weeks in hell, and there's nothing I can do about it.

If I could, I would switch places. I would go to the Hunger Games. What would I have to come back for? Peeta. That's it.

Then there's Katniss. She's always been the quiet one. Her smiles are rare, and her laughs even more so. I've never seen her cry. She sometimes would talk about the woods. She would tell me of the times she spent there. She sounds so happy in the woods.

The two people are so different. Peeta never shuts up while Katniss barely opens her mouth. Katniss can be hostile while Peeta is just naturally bubbly. Peeta always has a smile planted on his face, but Katniss usually has a scowl.

I wonder if Peeta is thinking about me. Is he pondering over what I said? Did he figure it out? I mean I think I left him enough hints.

Peeta…the love of my life. Katniss…my Mockingjay. Which one do I pick? I love each one differently! Why couldn't it have been me? I would gladly take either of their places, but of course I didn't. I could've volunteered for Prim, and I didn't. I'm so ashamed.

I know one thing for sure, though, and it brings me some comfort. Neither of them is going down without a fight.

A/N-Sorry that technically this isn't the day after. It's midnight and I'm frantic trying to post this quickly. Thanks for all of the amazing reviews! REIEW, PLEASE! If I get six I'll update tomorrow (technically today, but whatever).