I shook my head trying to get the access water out of my hair before tying a towel around my waist and exiting the bathroom. I found Glimmer writing in a notebook and I eyed her before turning away to get clothes out of the closet. My breath caught in my throat when she wrapped her arms around my torso burying her face in my back. I smiled and turned in her arms. I felt a pang of sadness overwhelm me when I remember that in a week, we'd be in an arena full of people that want to kill us. I rested my chin on top of her head and savored the moment.
"Marvel?" Glimmer's voice made me shut my eyes and tighten my grip on her.
"Yeah?" I felt Glimmer flatten her hands against my back and I jumped from her cold palms.
"Can I stay in here tonight?" Glimmer's voice was small and she sounded like she was about to cry.
"Of course. I'm gonna go put clothes on and then… I dunno." I pulled away gently and she sat on the bed beginning to write in the notebook again.
I quickly pulled the black dress pants and then I pulled the green polo shirt on. I sat on the bed next to her and she blushed when I read what she was writing;
"When I got reaped... Well, I didn't know what to think. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to cry or cheer. I felt absolutely horrible when I heard them call Marvel's name. He could have been something. Marvel's strong, fast, and stealthy but… There is always someone stronger, faster, and stealthier. He's also stubborn. He is determined to protect me. I couldn't watch him die. I couldn't live with myself. We're trying to make the best of this. I can't help but think… What would have happened if we hadn't been reaped? Would Marvel really have volunteered? If he did, would he have won? If he didn't, would we get married? Would we have kids? Would we stay together? Would he make successful discoveries? Would I be a sculptor? Would we be happy? Would we die together? God, I love him so much. This shouldn't be happening to us. This sucks. I hate this."
"Glim…" I whispered as she shifted her body so she was half turned away from me; I sighed heavily and pulled her close.
"We would have been happy and successful. We would have had beautiful children. I love you," I replied as she bit her lip.
I took her face in my hands as she began to cry. She had tears rolling down her face quickly and I wanted to fix it. I wanted to make it better. I wanted her to not be here. I wanted to be her hero. It broke my heart to see her this broken and upset.
"Shhh, Glimmer. Shhhhh," I whispered pulling her on my lap.
"Marvel… It's hopeless." Glimmer shifted so her legs were crossed and I wiped her tears away.
"No, it's not… Glimmer Jessica Spilk, would you marry me?" I asked feeling tears sting my eyes.
"I would…. I wish we could just…. Leave. Get married, have kids, be happy. But, it doesn't work that way. Death is inevitable at this point, Marv." I shook my head and kissed her softly.
"It isn't hopeless," I whispered against her lips make her sniffle.
"It is. I can't…." Glimmer was shaking softly. Her lips were trembling.
"We have a week. One week. We can make the best of what time we have, Glim. Here; stop shaking, calm down, and let me hold you. My love for you hasn't changed. I'll still sit here and comfort you. I'll hold you close to my chest, just as you are close to my heart," I murmured as she took a shaky breath.
Glimmer was silent but she settled in my arms and let me comfort her. I rubbed her back letting her think. I laid down and brought her to my torso, and I covered us with the blanket. We quickly fell asleep dreaming of the Hunger Games.
I jerked awake breathing heavily. Glimmer awoke with me and I could tell she knew I was in a panic. She braced her hand on my face, "You alright?"
I shook my head as she wrapped her arms around my waist, "What happened?"
"Bad dream." She nodded and rubbed my back.
"About the Games?" Glimmer asked softly.
"What else?" My voice was coated with pain making Glimmer cringe.
Glimmer didn't say anything. What could she say? Nothing could fix our fate. It was what it was. We just laid there for a while, in each other's arms. I felt very blessed to have her. She was my entire world. She stole my heart six years ago, and she hasn't ever lost it. I suddenly started remembering other times like this. Nothing quite compared to our feelings here. Our feelings were so strong and jumbled.
"I wish it wasn't like this," Glimmer told me kissing my cheek.
"Me too." Glimmer rested a hand on my chest trying to slow my breathing down.
I felt my chest rise and fall rapidly, and I felt Glimmer's hands tremble. I rested my hand on top of hers and smiled lightly.
"Go back to sleep, love," Glimmer whispered kissing my neck.
"I can't," I replied returning the kiss.
"Why not?" Glimmer asked worry coating her voice.
"If I go back to sleep…" I trailed off trying to compose myself; I've never cried in front of Glimmer and I wasn't about to start then.
"What?" Her words were soft, comforting.
"I'll see our deaths over and over again," I replied holding my breath.
Glimmer nodded and laid her head on my chest, "May the odds be ever in our favor."
"Happy Hunger Games," I sighed before kissing her forehead and willing sleep to come to me.
Sleep was evading me but Glimmer was sound asleep. I just enjoyed having her lay in my arms while staring at the ceiling. Maybe this was a dream…