A/N: Merry Christmas everyone! I hope you all enjoy the holidays with your loved ones xx

Unlike the other stories I have posted, this is set in the Hunger Games era. I hope you all enjoy this story as much I (will) enjoy writing it!

Guess I was dreaming

I wore my heart on my sleeve

And when the rain came pouring down you were so far out of reach

But I'm waking up

Sometimes enough is enough

If I could never give it back at least I gave it all for red love

XXX

I sit in my car willing myself to keep as calm as possible. As cliche as it sounds, today was supposed to be perfect, but it turned out to be a disaster. A light drizzle begins falling, the tears from the clouds sprinkling the windows of my car. Eventually the raindrops begin pouring down faster, beating down on my car and covering up the windows even more, until his apartment became nothing but a hazy, grotesque outline.

I glance behind me toward the back seat. The balloons and all the other decorations still stand mockingly in the back. The more I stare at them, the more I was to shred them up along with every bit of my memories starting from when I first came to District 2. My hands rub my throbbing temple. How did I get here? I never wanted any of this to happen. How could I not recognize the red flags that flashed through my head every time we were together?

When I first arrived here, I promised myself that I would only be here for my sister; I would train at the Academy for at least 2 years to gain decent amount of knowledge about real fighting then be done. If my sister got reaped, I would volunteer for her in a heartbeat. No hesitates, no questions. But what I didn't know was that those plans would be entirely thrown off track by this one moment that walked into my life in early January.

My moment of weakness, vulnerability, and blindness makes me second guess how prepared I was in life. I always thought I could handle anything that was thrown at me because my life trained me that way.

I've been through alot in my life. My dad died when I was only 11, my mom fell into depression right after leaving me to take care of my whole family, I almost died of starvation, I had to illegally hunt for my food to provide for my family...basically my life is threatened every day; I've been fighting for survival since I could pick up a bow. But no life experience – no matter how painful, heartbreaking, and difficult – has ever prepared me for the disaster that would come in a ice cold hulking package...Nobody ever told me that playing with ice could burn just as much as playing with fire.