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I knew that I deserved every kick and punch PJ gave me. He had every right to hate me for what happened to Mary. He loved her no matter what, and to have me take her away from him must have been killing him. "What would be worse, watching her die or have to watch her win and become my wife?" I thought to myself. I shook my head. I was sure he would rather she was still alive and married to someone else than killed in such an awful way.
I would have the same reaction if our situations were switched and Devon was letting Mary win. I wouldn't have been able to cope if I had to watch her die in the Games like that. But the only difference was, PJ and Mary had been together for a long time. Me and Devon, we had barely spoken to one another, the kiss was the one special moment that we had shared before she went into the arena.
I thought back to the kiss. She had looked just as beautiful as when I first saw her at the reapings. When I bumped into her in the hall and we talked for ages, I just couldn't help myself. I knew that I shouldn't have kissed her since she was going into the Games, but if she didn't come out alive then I would always have that moment. I don't know exactly how I was expecting her to react. I definitely didn't expect the shove but when I kissed her I just...
I didn't even know. Well one thing I did know was I loved Devon. I did truly.
I started to pace my bedroom floor, running my hands through my hair. The Games still on my TV, but I didn't know how Devon was getting on. She was so different to all the other tributes. She actually felt something everytime she saw someone die. Devon held Kathryn's hand and watched as her best friend took her last breath. Devon stayed by Mary's side and promised to perform her dying wish for PJ.
I left my bedroom and walked down the corridor to PJ's. I knocked on the door lightly and called out to him. He didn't reply but I could hear his muffled sobs. I opened the door and stepped inside. He was sat on the floor next to his bed, arms resting on his knees. He hid his face in his arms and his whole body was shaking.
"PJ, I'm so sorry" I whispered. "I know that you will never be able to forgive me for what happened but... At least you know that I'm sorry."
He lifted his head and I didn't see PJ anymore. I mean it was still him but his expression was one that I had never seen on him before. His eyes were filled with anger and hatred for me. Then he lost it. He stood up quickly and started to trash his room. He threw everything off the shelves on the wall and he even kicked the mirror on his wardrobe, smashing it into a million pieces.
"PJ stop it!" I yelled.
He started to bash his fists off the walls, so hard his knuckles began to bleed. I had never seen him this way before. PJ was many things but not violent. I ran to him and tried to grab his hands. He struggled against me but I managed to keep a firm grip on his wrists. He eventually calmed down and the tears started up again. He fell to the ground again and I pulled him close to me, in an attempt to comfort one of my best friends.
"I loved her Dan" he sobbed into my shoulder.