''Remember all the things we wanted
Now all our memories, they're haunted
We were always meant to say goodbye
Even with our fists held high
It never would have worked out right, yeah
We were never meant for do or die
I didn't want us to burn out
I didn't come here to hurt you now I can't stop''
I guess I'm taking that job in District 2. I was born a rebel. I need to be apart of the government. Going to District 12 would bring me too many memories. I can't face Katniss again. She hates me and I killed her sister. I know she'll pick Peeta, so why bother trying? He can comfort her when she has nightmares; he knows what she's been through. He has a marvelous way of words and can get her through life. Anything I say sounds forced, cruel, sarcastic, idiotic, and awkward. Moving to District Two would be best for me and for her too. She can never forgive me, and I can never forgive myself. Rory hasn't talked to me for over a month now. I killed his true love. I never even knew he and Prim had a thing for eachother. Now that I think about it, it was pretty obvious. I guess I was too busy making bombs to kill innocent people. What a disgusting, ignorant human being I am.
I am back in this tiny cubicle that was my family and I's house in District 13. I pack whatever belongings that belong to me. I don't know how I survived in here. I love the wilderness, the clean fresh air. Not this cramped underground city. I wonder what would've happened if Prim didn't get reaped and Katniss volunteered. No rebellion, no innocent deaths. I and Katniss would have still been best friends, lovers maybe. We would still be under the Capitol's control but we would still be mildly happy.
I take all of my belongings and I head to elevator. I press the button which leads to above ground where a hovercraft awaits me. My family is already in there, excited for a new life in District 2. The ride takes a mere 2 hours and we land near my new house that came with the job. It's more extravagant than the house in the Victor's Village back in 12. What am I, a depressed Seam miner doing here? I don't belong here.
The kids and my mother are astonished that this enormous house, belongs to us. My life will never be complete, not without Katniss.
I am getting paid a lot for this job, way too much if you ask me. But I don't care. Money can't but happiness. It can never make Katniss forgive me. It can't get me love. To me, money is worthless. The only thing that can make me smile is my family. Posy especially. I love seeing her coming back from school in her pretty dress and ribbons in her hair. Things we could never afford in 12. The older she becomes, the more she reminds me of Katniss. Her long dark hair. Her Seam grey eyes. The thing that seperates her from Katniss is her skin colour. Whilst Katniss has beautiful olive skin, Posy has a pale complexion. I'm glad of that difference, because I could never live with a Katniss walking around my house.
I'll never be truly happy.
A/N Hello! This is a short little one shot thingy and will probably stay that way unless I get some ideas on how to turn it onto a story. The lyrics in the beginning are from Kelly Clarkson's song ''Already Gone'' and they belong to their respective owners. I just used them because they were really perfect for this fic :)
