Chapter 3
FELICITY'S POV
"And Zayn"
My heart stopped. Elizabeth clapped as I sat in my chair. After there were done explaining the process of the games, we had a feast.
"Are you excited?" Asked Elizabeth.
"Sure." I said.
"I'm sad though, what if i die?" She said.
"Me too." I nodded.
After eating tons of food it was time for us to meet who we were competing with. I was sick. This was gonna be awkward.
"Felicity Mills." Said a lady as she opened the door.
I walked in. All the walls were glass. I sat on a couch with my sweaty hands in my lap. From the other side of the door I heard them say, Zayn Malik.
ZAYN'S POV
When I opened the door. I saw her. She looked down at her lap. I went over and lifted up her face. "I know it's you." I said. She breathed heavy.
"Zayn I'm sorry for what my dad did." She said.
"It's okay, we're different now." I said.
"I just hate that one of us is gonna have to die." She said.
"Maybe we could make that not happen, you know like a rebellion." I spoke.
"My dad would shoot me, literally." She said.
"I still have feelings for you," I said, "don't think I will let them go."
I kissed her cheek. She then gave me a hug. We sat there intertwined in each others arms. It was more than a moment. It was a kindled love.

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