You thought your heart would break when Peeta's name was called on the day of the Reaping. He is going to the Hunger Games, and there was a very good chance he is going to die.
You are allowed to see Peeta before he leaves, to say goodbye. You walk into the room, your hands trembling, where he is waiting for you. You don't know what else to do besides throw your arms around him and hug him tight.
"Hey." He hugs you back. "Don't cry."
"Peeta, you're going to the Hunger Games," you say. "Do you know how many people die in that? I might never see you again. This could be our chance to talk to each other."
He smiles and shakes his head. "Y/N, I honestly think you'll be the only person who will actually miss me if I get killed."
"But doesn't that matter?" you ask. "That one person cares?"
"Of course it does. I'm going to put up a good fight, and I'll try my best to win, because I know you'll be here rooting for me."
You nod. "I wouldn't root for anyone else."
You hug again before you have to leave. You take one last, good look at his face before you go.
It may be the last time you ever see him.
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