Our Love Could Be Lethal

Act II: Norrmalmstorgssyndromet

I know this title does resemble a key-board smash, however, there's a hidden meaning behind it that pertains to this chapter, and I didn't want to be too obvious about it. Can you find it? Hint: It's not English.

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I groggily open my eyes. That was definitely the best sleep I've had in weeks. I turn to look at Finnick, who is still asleep. He looks so peaceful; there's no smug grin or fake smile anywhere in sight. It's just him.

Sometimes I can't even believe that he loves me. The girl born and bred a monster --from District 2 of all places-- is the same girl that this kind-hearted beautiful soul from the ocean is in love with.

If only he knew the deal I made with Snow. Or maybe I should say deals because there are so many conditions I have to meet. Saying that he wouldn't be happy is an understatement, judging by his distaste for me trying to win his nights back. He wouldn't like that I made a deal to get into the Capitol. He would hate that I didn't tell him about any of this. And worst of all, he would despise me for dealing with Snow.

Before I can dwell any longer, his eyes flutter open. He carefully reaches out to touch my arm. "It's actually you. I thought I dreamt it all again."

I chuckle. "Glad to know that your standards are low: girlfriend must not only be real in dreams."

His face drops into an un-amused glare, and point's his finger at me. "Whatever mood was just going on, you just killed it. Now I know this isn't a dream because usually in my dreams this is the part where--"

I shove him lightly. "For my own sanity, please don't finish that sentence." We both laugh at our antics and get out of bed, preparing for the day. I shower first and then go over to pick out my clothes for my meeting with Snow. I want something that screams 'power'.

I pick out a couple of outfits and lay them out on the bed, trying to decide what to wear. Then I see, in the back of the closet is a white power suit. Snow's signature colour. It would be a subtle nod to him that I think he would appreciate.

I pick it up and examine it. It's everything I want. I want to be like him. Snow. Untouchable.

I'm scared out of my thoughts when the bathroom door open's up and steam floods into the room. Finnick, a man with a constant flare for the dramatics, steps out in nothing but a towel. I try to not let my eyes ogle at him too much, even though he's my boyfriend, I know I don't want to feed his ego.

"Hey, hey, hey. Stop staring at my chest, my eyes are up here," he says sarcastically.

I roll my eyes. Yup, I am dating a man with seaweed for brains, just like Johanna suggested.

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I stepped out of the car in front of President Snow's mansion, wearing the white power suit and with a white flower brooch. I wanted to show President Snow that I was loyal to him, even in the subtlest of ways. It was especially important this year because of Cato going into the games. If I messed up this year, then Cato won't make it through the first night of the games.