I was lying there with Jonah's arms around me. Tomorrow is his last reaping. In 24 hours, he will be free for life. I shifted around and looked at him, and his green eyes fluttered open.

"Hey, there cutie, what are you thinking about ?" He said with a sigh and a smile. "I'm thinking about us and what happens tomorrow," I lean in and kiss him. He rolls his eyes, "just kiss me some more we don't need to think about that." I lay there, and we cuddle and hold each other, "can I ask you a question?" I ask. "Of course, babe," he says and plays with my hair. "If you go to the games, do you think you'd win? I mean, Jackson won last year," I say and wait for him to get mad.

He groaned, "oh come on," he looked at me and frowned, but eventually answered, " I would do my best to win, like everyone," he leaned in and put his head on mine. "but you....you'd win. You've been pushed and pulled in a million ways, and you stand strong. And I love you until the end of my life and beyond," he brushes my hair off my forehead and kissed me. I am happy for the last time.

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