Notre-Dame in Flames by Maéna Paillet.

There's a small burst of static and then nothing more. I stare at Peeta in disbelief as the truth sinks in. They never intended for both of us to live. This has all been devised by the Gamemakers to guarantee the most dramatic showdown in history. And like a fool, I bought into it.

"If you think about it, it's not that surprisng," he says softly. I watch as he painfully makes it to his feet. Then he's moving towards me, as if in slow motion, his hand is pulling the knife from his belt--

Before I am even aware of my actions, my bow is loaded with the arrow pointed straight at his heart.

Peeta raises his eyebrows and i see the knife has already left his hand on its way to the lake, where it splashes in the water.

I drop my weapons and take a step back, my face burning with what can only be shame.

"No," he says "Do it." Peeta limps towards me and thrusts the weapons back in my hands.

"I can't," I say. "I won't."

"Do it. Before they send those mutts back or something. I don't want to die like Cato," he says.

"Then you shoot me," I say furiously, shoving the weapons back at him.

"You shoot me and go home and live with it!" And as I say it, I know death right here, right now would be the easier of the two.

this looks so cool!! amazing illustration!!

This art is incredible @kindaokaymaybe​. Really illustrates the emotions of this scene.