We aren't together anymore. I feel strange inside. Did I really love Peeta? He thinks I'm a heartless witch now. I'm not sure who to choose. Peeta or Gale?
I keep my feelings built up inside. I want to go home to my family; my mother and Prim. I even somewhat wish to see Buttercup, Prim's grumpy cat.
So many deaths I had seen over the course of the weeks in the arena. Rue's was definitely the worst. Maybe not the most gruesome, but definitely the most upsetting. The song I had sung to for her, the flowers I had placed on her before the hovercraft took her away, were memories too fresh in my mind. They seemed as if they would never fade, not even just a little. She had been so much like Prim. It killed me to watch the spear glide through her body, only being able to imagine Prim with this despicable fate.
If I had let Prim go into the arena, small and innocent, I'm almost completely sure she wouldn't have made it back home.
I had feared my death so many times during the games, but the deaths I had feared worse were Peeta's and Rue's. And one of them had taken on that terrible fate.
I stand before the doors, waiting for them to open on the people of District Twelve. Peeta's hand in mine meant nothing at this point. Once I stepped off this train, I would be home.
I hope.