I don't find comfort and peace in my bed. I walk out of my room with a jacket wrapped around me, and I pull it so it covers my stomach and chest. I cross my arms and find my way to a place with windows that stretch from roof to floor and a royal balcony with those types of couches that hang from a chain and swing. I sit on the swings and stare at the view outside. My eyes get watery a million times and it takes everything in me to not just let them run down my face. I hear footsteps behind me and I see a lamp as they come closer. I turn around. It's Nabil. "Couldn't sleep?" Nabil asks, sitting down on the swing in front of me. "Who could?" I say. Tomorrow's the day where I'll be running and fighting for my life. No one could ever sleep. The wind blows in my face, my hair flying like a cape getting hit by wind. Nabil reaches to stroke the strand of hair in my face. I allow him to do so and I find comfort in it. "Sorry for the way I reacted after the interviews." I blurt out. I don't really say sorry much. He stops touching my hair. "No, it's alright," he responds with full empathy and sweetness. "Anyone would react that way. I mean, I insulted you in front of everyone. And if you ask me..." He pauses. "It was hurtful to say that. Not just to you but to... me." I stare into his big, beautiful eyes, getting lost in the ocean inside. I can't believe I'm gonna have to kill him soon. I just hope he kills me before I get a chance to grip my weapon. The thought of the Games fills my eyes with tears. I turn my head to the wind. They go away after 7 minutes of holding them back. "Tomorrow we're going into the arena." my voice cracks. "Yeah," Nabil sighs. "Good luck," I say. Even luck won't help anyone. "You too." he says. After a few seconds of silence, I walk over to the swing he's on and sit next to him. He wraps his arms around me and I lean on him, looking like a little baby in his arms. A few tears fall down my face but Nabil looks down at me and wipes them off himself. I look up and smile. I don't know how I'll be able to kill him. Crying somehow got me sleepy so I carefully climb out of his arms, leaving the comfort I found. "Good night," I say sweetly. He smiles and says it back. I walk to my bedroom, praying that this isn't the last time I'll ever see the world. What if it is?
