Curio Darling's P.o.v

"Hey Curio." Angel whispered.

"Angel, what are you doing up?" I questioned.

"I can't sleep." Angel muttered softly.

"I'm sure you'll be fine in the games." I whispered.

It's just an attempt at me trying to comfort her, I know that we might be dead tomorrow morning.

She seemed to be more relaxed because she fell asleep.

I don't really care if I die.

I don't really care if I win.

I just want to be a symbol of the rebellion.

I want to end the games.

Nobody else deserves to die in the hunger games.

Not the careers.

Not the underdogs.

Nobody deserves to die.

It's time that President Swirl gets killed.

Once and for all.