The Unexpected {CLOSED}

I hate the Capitol.
As I walk down the beach, that thought runs through my head.
This was one of my "acts of rebellion". Disobeying the Capitol by coming out here where they can never control me.
I see a guy farther away on the beach that looks my age.
I don't question it.
I just roll my eyes. Guys at school always try to flirt with me.
Then he moves and looks right at me. He's holding something too.
I stop walking and grab the knife on my belt.
I freeze as my hand grips the knife, ready to throw it if he even tries to threaten me.
I stare at him, and a sharp wind picks up. It blows my hair to one side, and I feel little bits of sand stinging my skin as I stand still as a statue.
Waiting for the attack.

I relax my hand.
He seems in pain in the sun, so he walks into the shade. I follow.
"What are you doing here?" I hiss. "Do you know how much trouble you could get in for being here?"
He doesn't seem like the rebellionous type.
I narrow my eyes.
I don't care what he's doing here. I don't even care if he's a Peacemaker.
All I care about is that he's here, and obviously no one specail, therefor meaningless to me.
Then why am I still here?

I stare at him.
He totally doesn't get me. DOesn't know me. It's like...
Like a fresh start. He's not judging me.
So I walk up to him.
"You want to escape, don't you?" I ask softly.
A million times the thought came to me. Escape the world, the pain, everything. Just sail away. Places like this make you think that way.
"It won't work," I say.
I tried once.
And I suffered the consequences. I almost drowned.

"Quistet," I say, and I blush and look down.
He sits down.
I sit next to him.
It's beautiful. The sun, the waves...
I think of what he said.
He thinks I'm pretty.
I mean, all the guys at school say that, but he means it.
Well, they might have meant it, but...
Somehow, he's different from them.
He's... sweet, is the word for it.

Peeta... he's nice. It's an interesting name... he's an interesting guy. He still looks at the ocean.
I feel his hand lightly touch mine. I give no sign that I noticed. I don't think he needs one.
I look at the sea. He wants to leave. But I can't let him. There are very few nice guys in the world.
"I tried it once," I say quietly. "Escaping the pain. Never having to see the dreaded games again. Never having to watch inocent kids die..."
I trail off, remembering.
"I built a boat. I sailed into the ocean. But a storm came, and it was too much for my boat. I fell into the water, and it was so cold, I couldn't think. I couldn't breath."
I sigh and close my eyes.
"I almost drowned. But I got lucky. A dolphin swam up to me and saved me. It carried me to the shore."
I take a deep, rough breath that shakes.
"I suffered so much. But not enough for the Capitol."
I squeeze my hands into fists.
"My parents were walking, and wolves attacked and killed them. The Capitol never admitted it, but I know they released the wolves, I just know they did!"
A tear slides down my cheek. I can't believe I'm crying. I never cry.
"I never tried to escape again," I whisper.
I felt ridiculous, crying in front of a guy I barely knew. He'd probably leave now.
But I still hoped he would stay.

I lift my head off his shoulder and look at him.
Run away... together?
I ran away alone... but with another person? I never dreamt anything like that.
And I want it. I want it more than anything else in the world. To be with someone. To be captured by the sea, sailing away where no one can ever find us.
"Yes," I say.
I throw my arms around him.
Sail away... together.
If we die, we die together.
And the Capitol can't hurt me anymore.
No more pain...

"We won't die," I say.
I smile.
"If we're going to leave, we'll do it soon," I say. "SO you can say good bye to any friends you have."
I have to return his kiss, I guess.
But I don't do it on his cheek.
I kiss Peeta on his lips.
I take a step back.
"Is tommorrow night okay?" I ask.
I hope he goes through with this.
I want this.
No. I need this.