"Maybe…" I think to myself as I walk around in my room.
"If I just tell him the truth he'll understand."
But I can't, he's my best friend and I don't want to hurt him again or make him think differently of me. I don't want to ruin our friendship, we both value that and I can't think about what will happen if I tell him the truth.
I keep pacing just going back and forth from my desk, to my bed, to closet door, and back around. This will change everything if I confess. He may not want to talk to me afterward, or even worse, ignore me again. I can't let that happen. He's such an amazing guy, but my uncle may be right… I don't deserve him. Not after what I did to him. I finally sit down on the floor thinking it'll help me make a decision.
I don't want to ruin his relationship with Delly; she's so sweet and can offer him more than I can. Everyone can agree with me when I say that her eyes spark when they are together. I'm not sure about how he feels about Delly, because I always get lost into his blue ocean eyes. They take away from this cruel world and into a peaceful one where I can forget about the surroundings and enjoy life.
A/N: So I don't own the Hunger Games... all rights reserved. And this is my second attempt to write a Hunger Games based story, please tell me whether I should continue or just quit my writing and go with my regular reading. I know its short but i haven't written my own personal writing in forever, (except from school.)