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Annie's POV

We stayed up on the roof for a little while after that, but not for very long.

"Annie," Finn said, getting my attention. I turned to him. "We should probably go back down. The scores will be shown soon."

I nodded. "Yeah. And we should ask Jase how his session went." I added, biting my lip. I still don't really want to leave, though. "Could we just... Never mind. I have to talk to him anyway."

Finn frowned at me, but seemed to shake off the thoughts because he grabbed my hand and pulled me to the elevator. It went down and I felt the falling sensation that I loved. I shook my head and smiled, looking down at the floor of it, which was completely glass.

"I'm never going to get used to this..." I said. It's all so weird. And it's all going so fast. "Finnick. Tomorrow I'm going to have the interviews. And the next day, I'm going to go into the Hunger Games."

"Yes..." he said, looking down at me. "I'm aware of that."

"And I might not come back." I continued, searching his eyes for anything at all. The only thing I saw was regret and, of course, love.

"You're coming back, Annie." he told me sternly, trying to get it into my head that I, in fact, could get out of the Hunger Games.

"Yeah... Let's see about that." I said under my breath. He still heard it though, because there wasn't any noise and we were right next to each other.

"Before you run to any conclusions," he started, looking at me in a weird way that made me feel like I was really small. "I think that you should think about everyone who is helping you. Then, you should think about everyone who is helping the other tributes. You're probably the only one here who's fellow tribute is your boyfriend, and also the only who has both mentors rooting for them, not to mention that one of them is in love with you and the other is one of your greatest friends."

I just sighed and shook my head. "Finn, it may look like I have amazing odds, but I'm still like a twig. I don't think that even all of these people will be able to help me when someone three times my size has me in a headlock in one arm, and a huge knife in the other."

After this, I quickly left the elevator that seemed to have arrived at our floor, sometime during our conversation. I just had to find Jase. Find him... and break up with him. I knew it was going to have to happen eventually, and I think he did too. But... we're so close to the Games. It's better to do it now, than never, right?

So, I searched the whole floor until I found him in the most obvious of rooms: his own. He looked up from the piece of rope that he had in his hands. His hands were almost bloody from it, so I guessed that he'd been knotting the whole time since Private Sessions. I sighed, and he seemed to have heard me because he stopped knotting. I felt a lump beginning to form in my throat, but I swallowed it down, knowing that I have to do this now.

"Jase," I said, my voice barely above a whisper, and even at that, it cracked. I cleared my throat and tried again. "Jase, I think we... have to talk."

"Annie, I know what you're going to say." he said, looking sad, but as if there wasn't a way around it. I felt a tear gather in my left eye.

"Jase, I'm so sorry. I-"

"No, it's fine. I knew it was going to happen, and I'm okay with it." he said. "We can't go into that arena, not being honest with each other."

"Jase... I'm – I'm glad you understand. Thank you." I said, sniffing. "I just... Can I say it so that it's official?" He nodded and waved his hand out, as if to encourage me to begin. This made me feel like such a terrible person. "All right, then. Jase, I'm sorry – I really am, but I... I have to break up with you. I feel like we aren't how we were before and... we're going into the arena soon, and if I do win, I would feel like I would be betraying you if I even looked at someone in anyway like that, so... I'm really sorry."

He sighed again and looked down at his hands. "Okay, Annie," he said. He started knotting the rope again, not looking back up at me again, as I left the room.

It's done. It's over. I don't have to lie to myself any more and force myself to believe things that aren't true. I closed my eyes and leaned back on the door that connected to his room. As I did, I felt a weight being lifted off of my chest, but this feeling just made me feel like a terrible person. I'm relieved because I don't have to pretend to love Jase any more. What kind of a person does this make me?

After my mini panic-attack, Finnick called me and Jase into the 'living room' where we would watch the Private Sessions Scores be announced. I quickly left from leaning on the door, not wanting to have the awkward conversation about why I was doing it in the first place.

I sat on the couch, the arm of it on my left, and Finnick on my right. I saw an avox standing behind us and I asked her to get me some lavender mint tea. She nodded and was on her way, right when the television turned on.

Caesar began talking and I blanked out until he got to District 4. Jase got a 9. A 9. At least we're with the Careers because if we weren't, they would probably target us as one of the first ones to go. Next, it was my turn. I felt the nerves running through my veins. I was worried that I would get a high score, but I was also afraid to get a low one. All that I need is a-

"Seven!" Finnick said, finishing up my thoughts for me. I looked up at the screen to see that he was right. I got a seven.

Okay, guys. This was kind of a failure chapter, but the next one will hopefully be better. It was a bit dramatic, though, but just because Annie broke up with Jase... As always, reviews are very welcome! Bye! :)