The Hunger Games

''Look at me,'' there was a tone in his voice, ''I don't have anything at all. And now I’m working whole day in the mines like some kind of a servant for the capitol, so I don’t even have shame. So, I have nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing.'' He stares at her for a long time wondering if she is going to say anything. Marcy could not help herself from not staring into his eyes. ''What about me?'' she forced out after silence had filled the air ''You have me,'' reminded Marcy him. His lips met hers, cutting off whatever rant she was about to say. His hand reached for hers. They kissed tentatively passionately and then tenderly. He pulled his lips away and brushed her hair away from her face. ''You are right,'' he said.