Volunteers. [Killz]

He volunteered; this had been Frances' only thought for a week and it stung, seared and burned it's way further into her brain with every second. It was more poisonous than the dehydrated sea food they were forced to sell and more life changing than the fact the sea was being swallowed by the relentless sun.

Luckily, Damien wasn't chosen due to the other volunteers, but it felt almost like he had been. They hadn't seen each other since the reaping and she touched the ring he gave her incessantly like it held his ghost. Why hadn't he been to see her? She doubted he was feeling guilty; you look out for yourself in Panem and guilt is a rare emotion. But they had to talk sometime.

So, she came here, to their special, private beach, because Frances knew he'd come. He had to; he may of volunteered for the games, but he'd volunteered for something much bigger before hand by giving her this ring.

"I hope you remember that." Frances whispered to the memory of him. And she waited.