"Go on in, 4 minutes, and we've got to go." the Peacekeeper said. He let Constance walk into the room, and then practically slammed the door behind her. She turned and looked at the door. Almost wanting to open it and slam it in his face, but she decided not to. There she saw Zander standing. She wished that this wasn't happening. Why did the world do this to him? Out of all people? Doesn't he have good karma? Constance looked at him for a minute before speaking. Her eyes were full of light, and sadness. "I," she began. "I didn't think either of us would be in this room. On either side. Coming in, or going out." she said. She walked closer to him. "Don't fight for me," she said. "Fight for anyone. Fight for you. Fight for your sister. Fight for Hark. But not for me." she suggested. Tears came to her eyes as she stared at him. "You, Zander." she grabbed his hand. "Don't let them change you. Do what you have to. But don't ever let anyone change who you are. OK?" Constance said this because she knew that the Capitol wouldn't approve of homosexuality, which Zander was, but she didn't want him to become some slave to them. Like he was theirs. He wasn't. He belonged, to him.

Constance bawled. "I don't want you to go," she said. "He'll be so upset." She was referring to Hark, Zander's boyfriend. She hadn't seen him for a while, and he was probably worried sick abouy Zander. What were they going to do? They would have to watch Zander on that screene every day. Doing what he was going to do. Maybe even killing. But he wouldn't hurt a fly. It wasn't possible. The Peacekeeper opened the door, Constance glared at him, and made her way out of the room. "I'll see you.. later." she said to Zander.

love is kind,
love is sweet. love has no walls.


He backed away still holding her hands as she cried. Wiping away her tears knowing they probably wouldn't stop. Goodbyes had always been easy for Zander in the past. Mostly because he knew he would be coming back. O god all of it was messed up. If it wasn't for his running and being fit in way. He would stamped a death wish on himself and called it a day. Why did he still want to stay positive? So that is mark on the world wasn't o the tribute of 8 who died like normal. Zander would go his way...and be happy as he could." I don't want to go Concon but i sort of have too." He said in a choked up voice.  He had been thinking about Hark. Wondering he had seen him up their on the stage or had looked away. Zandy hoped that he would visit him...but if he hadn't it was understandable. Then he heard the door start to open and peacekeeper telling her to go. As she turned to leave he tightened on her arm leading her to look at him. He kissed her lips in a peck like way and then let her go smiling with his teary eyes." Just wanted to see what it was like on a girl."

He stood their in the silence waiting to go before the door opened. Zanders ears heard the peacekeeper tell the visitor say he only had two minutes. Dark brown eyes widen surprised to see Hark their shutting the door behind him. The light skinned lad went up to the other lad and hugged him tightly. The words of wanting to see him until he came back entered Zand's ears and he hugged him tighter for a moment and then let go of his not wanting to lose touch grip and looked at Hark who seemed like he had been crying.  Then he felt something go on his arm as he looked he saw it was a pretty yarn bracelet. " I love you Zander Zalver." The tributes eyes began to water." I love you too Hark....I will see you soon." After he said that his lips met Harks and was held for a minute and stopped perfectly when the peacekeeper came and told that he had to go.  A sigh escaped his just kissed lip as he walked behind the peacekeeper and gave one last look at Hark. Hopefully not the last.

Constance looked into his beaming eyes, and then he did it. He kissed her. It was what she had thought it would feel like. Soft. Dreamy. Sufficient. Words couldn't describe what she was feeling. Confused, maybe even a little sad. He was leaving. And he may never come back. Constance would try her hardest to support him during his time of need. "If you need anything," she started, "just say the word." Constance let go of his hands, and let the tears fall down her face, as she quietly exited the room.