Disclaimer: I don't own anything. The characters are Suzanne Collins and the song lyrics or references to it are John Mayer's.
I rubbed my eyes, confused as to where I was. I looked around, seeing only green. I'm in the forest! A trilling laugh echoed in my ears and I knew immediately who it belonged to. KATNISS. Suddenly feeling ore alert, I stood up, desperately searching for her. The one I thought I'd lost. "Gale." Her breath was feathery on my ear. Turning my head slowly I saw her. Her gorgeous brown hair was in its usual braid and her gray eyes shimmered with the remnants of a smile. I encircled her waist with my hands, pulling her close. Tilting her head up, I leaned closer, the scent of mint lingering on her. And suddenly I wasn't in the forest anymore.
"No. No. No, no, no!" A voice murmured, getting louder. I recognized it as my own. I spread my hands out in my bed, searching for her lithe, warm body. Nothing. I sat up quickly and fell out of bed, off balance. Kneeling on the hardwood floors of my home in District 2, I came to the realization that Katniss was gone. I could barely breathe. Was she here? Was that a dream? It was so real; her scent, her heat. The setting was vivid and realistic. I couldn't tell it was a dream, which made it even harder to give up the night's fantasy. Though this was nothing new, nearly an everyday routine, it still ripped my heart into pieces to realize she loved him. Nonetheless, couldn't the dream stay… just for a moment. Couldn't it transport me? Allow me to wake up by her side to comfort the frightening nightmares? No. I can't. She has Bread boy for that.
I remember when I had waited to see her when she got off the train; I had flowers from the Meadow. And I heard Effie murmuring agitatedly to Haymitch. "Sleeping together on the train, such a disgrace! What if people were to find out? Haymitch are you even listening?" Fury clouded my senses and everything was drowned out. I dropped the flowers. I felt the sting of tears and forced myself to smile. Not the smile I give Katniss when we hunt or when she greets me. The smile I give my mother, my classmates, and teachers, everyone who can't waltz past my walls. And then Katniss and him stepped off the train I did my best to be happy for her. Harder than it looks when your heart is fracturing with every beat. I reluctantly pull myself off the floor, only to fall back into bed and resume my dreaming, my broken heart still weeping.
