His smile. His beautiful smile, suddenly transformed into a grimace. A grimace that symbolizes hurt and sorrow. A scream released from his bloody lips, a broken and agonized scream. My heart breaks, I can't see him like this, but I have to keep watching. I can't leave him alone, when he needs me so badly. My eyes are trying to protect me, brimming with water. Trying to stop me from watching him take his last breaths, trying to stop me from seeing his heart that will soon stop beating. And my hands that squeeze my legs are trying to take away some pain. It doesn't work, it will never work.

When everything comes to an end, when I know that everything soon will be over, that his pain soon will be gone. That his life will be gone, forever and I couldn't do anything. Only watch, only beg, pray and hope. Then he looks up, smiling. Then he softly whispers three words 'I love you'.

I feel something, something that I never hoped I would ever feel. My eyes can't protect me from it; my hands can't take away this feeling.

I had never thought I would feel this kind of a pain, I never thought my heart would break like this.

A week has passed since he died, a week since he left me, my broken soul and my empty heart.

The victor is home, enjoying the glamour. Of course I want to blame her for winning, but I can't. She is just an innocent girl, which also had somebody at home that loved her. Just an innocent girl that was dragged into a game, a game where only one can survive.

Death is just a game, nothing more, nothing less.

His funeral is over, his grave is filled.

He was a loved boy, everyone liked him. They liked his charm, his rapturous smile and his alluring laughter. He was kind and filled with love.

The thought of him is enough to make my stomach tickle. He loved tickling me. When I asked why, he always answered 'because I love to see your eyes light with joy and happiness and I love to hear your cute giggling' – and that always caused me to giggle and blush.

He made me feel like a woman, his touch made my body tremble. He knew how to treat a girl right; he knew everything when it came to love.

That is the reason why I had open myself to him, why I had let him embrace me and the reason why I had made love with him. I knew that he would be with me, maybe forever.

But Capitol ruined our love; they ruined our plans and goals in life. And I can't live without him; I know I can't live without him.

A black dressed woman stands over the new grave. Crying and begging God. How could God be so mean against her? What has she ever done to deserve this?

She places the flowers on her daughter's grave, her child. Her child that had committed suicide, because her heart was broken. Her child couldn't live without her love.

But at least now they hopefully will be together.

The old woman walks away from the two graves; she walks away from the pair of dead lovers. She walks away from Aria and Hayden.