(SAD) Imagine...

Teaming with Mitch in the Hunger Games. (MC in real life)

You clenched your hands into fists, getting ready to rush forward. The countdown rang clearly throughout the arena, taunting each and every contestant with its slow pace. You took a moment to look at each tribute, their expressions ranging from terrified to determined, their ages varying greatly. A deep voice called from next to you, and you quickly swung your head to the side to see who had called for you.

"Ready, Y/N?" Your boyfriend, Mitch, asked with a goofy lopsided grin. You returned the look and nodded, though it was a lie. Mitch loved the Hunger Games and the rush he got from coming so close to death each time, but you hated it. It terrified every fiber of your being and the feeling you got in your stomach was that of when you needed to vomit. You knew you wouldn't truly die, it was a mini game. It wasn't possible to die here, right? Mitch has lost before, yet here he was, jumping up and down giddily next to you.

"5, 4, 3, 2, 1! May the odds be ever in your favor!" With that, everyone rushed forward. You flung open a chest and inside lay a wooden sword, which you quickly snatched and slammed the chest shut. You turned to Mitch and allowed him to grab your hand and run into the forest. Once he was sure you weren't being followed, he slowed his pace and tossed you a leather chest plate.

"Thanks, Mitch. What's the plan?" You knew what his answer would be, but you just hoped that one day it might change.

"You know the plan! Load up, and chop chop!" He swung his wooden axe in a quick motion to emphasize his statement. You simply nodded, wishing you had never agreed to come. He had given you puppy dog eyes though, and he had gotten you to pity him because Jerome was sick and couldn't accompany him.

"Sounds good. Let's go!" You attempted to sound enthusiastic though you truly were terrified. He grinned and began trekking forward, you following suit and looting any chests on the way. You fought and killed the other tributes as you went along, until suddenly...

"There are ten tributes left! From this point forward, any deaths are final. If you die in this arena, you are dead outside of it!" The announcement came from all around you, shocking you to the core. You swallowed a lump in your throat and looked at Mitch, whom was also looking utterly terrified. He ran a hand through his brown hair, looking at you.

"I'm so sorry..." He whispered, reaching his arms out and allowing you to fall into them. You were a sobbing mess in his arms. You knew you didn't stand a chance, and even if you made it through, and it was you and Mitch at the end, you knew he wouldn't kill you. Me would make you kill him, go on without him.

"I love you, Mitch..." You whispered.

"I love you too..."

As you pulled apart, you saw Mitch's eyes widen. "Y/N, LOOK OUT!" He yelled, shoving you to the side. An arrow flew straight into the spot you used to be, which was now where Mitch stood. Time went in slow motion as it flew straight into Mitch's chest. He swayed for a moment, before falling to his knees.

"MITCH NO!" You screamed, pulling him over to you and placing his head in your lap. His breathing was labored and there was a stream of blood coming from the corner of his mouth. He coughed violently, more blood coming from his mouth. "No no no, Mitch please no you can't! You CANT!" He shifted his eyes to yours, and a small smile reached his lips.

"I l-love you... I'm s-so s-s-sorry... I truly l-l-love y-you..." He whispered, reaching a shaky hand to your cheek and kissing you lightly, before his hand dropped back to his side, and he took one last breath. His eyes glazed over and it wasn't until then that you noticed the steady stream of hot tears running down your face. You choked out a sob and softly ran your hand over your boyfriend's face, closing his eyes once and for all.

"I love you too, Mitchell Hughes..."

You are now an official victor of the Hunger Games.