This is a sequel to You're Not Sorry, which was a one shot about what happened to the rebellion to Gale. I wrote this part a while ago and I decided to revise it and publish it for you to read. Pretty much, it is what would've happened if Peeta died in the Hunger Games. When this is being written, it is before the cave scenes and the entire rest of the series.

Cato cuts me against the leg. I wince in pain. I am just happy that Katniss didn't die and that I wasn't the one to kill her. It has never been a lie that I love her. It never will become a lie either. The Careers look at each other, trying to decide what to do with me now.

Clove wants to finish me off, Glimmer wants to keep me around, and Marvel wants to let me die, a slow painful death. Cato picks the side of his girlfriend, the one that nobody except the Careers knows about. (AN: I just couldn't help myself! I had to get some Cato/Clove romance in here!)

I feel the mud squishing beneath me as my leg goes numb. I see Cato's sword rise above me, angling itself for the final kill. I just want Katniss to win, so she can stay alive. I hope that she never forgets me. I will never forget her. In fact, she is my last thought as the world goes blank.

Katniss' POV:

I stare at the screen in horror, as my proclaimed love's death occurs. It sends chills through my bones and what ifs into my mind. I can feel every camera staring at my face right now, as Cato makes the final decision. I wince at the same time he does and I'm pretty sure that the moment will be all over the news.

I am the lone victor of District 12. I had a hard time in the Games. I never made any allies, except towards the end Foxface helped me. We never officially became allies.

I keep watching as many other's deaths occur. I feel terrible for little Rue and feel guilt in not teaming up with her. I have a feeling we would've been great friends. Thresh and Clove's fight is terrible and at points I have to close my eyes. It ends up with Clove dying and leaves Thresh and me the only tributes left in the arena. Then, as the dogs closed in on us, I once again witnessed Thresh's head being bitten off by a mutt that had the eyes of Clove. True revenge.

When the Games stop playing, every pair of eyes is back on me. President Snow puts the crown on my head and I am greeted by the fakest smile in the world and a nasty odor.

Are the people mad? None of them seem angry.

However, something feels different than I imagined that this day would feel like. It feels like a mist has been thrown over our heads, making people's feeling change. I still believe that in all of these people's hearts, they are angry because of what the Games have done.

I sit on the train, curled up on the bed, day after day. The lingering question bothers me.

Would I have loved Peeta if he was here? I find myself thinking that I would. I would've loved the boy with the bread. When I get home, I make sure I visit the bakery at least once a week. I try to support his family.

I don't hunt anymore, no reason to. I mentor by myself during the Quell. I hate mentoring even more than I hate playing the Games. The theme of the Quell is that no Cornucopia will be provided. That includes no food, no weapons, no supplies. It makes training our tributes even harder because we have to make sure they know how to make their own weapons and find food in the wild.

My two tributes this year are Lizzie and Ian. I like them both, but neither of them come out alive. It goes on years and years and I make friends with Johanna and Finnick. We hang out together and having friends makes the pain better. When I turn 40, I am pleased because I bring a victor home: Katrina.

I am pleased that Katrina sparks a rebellion. I help in every way possible. I try to get on camera and I make propos to help people join our side. My propos are scripted since I am a terrible actor but most of them feature me and Peeta's possible relationship.

I am standing on screen, a green screen behind me, when they ask me a question I myself have been waiting for.

"Would you have loved Peeta back and married him if you both survived the arena?" I think for about two seconds before I know my answer.

"Yes, yes I would."

"Anything you wish you could say to him?" I nod over to Johanna and she hands me my guitar and I open my mouth to sing just like my dad loved to.

"All I can say is it was enchanting to meet you.

Your eyes whispered, "Have we met?" across the room, your silhouette

Starts to make its way to me

The playful conversation starts, counter all your quick remarks

Like passing notes in secrecy

And it was enchanting to meet you

All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you

The night is sparkling, don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you."

I know the song is really recent but I was editing this and I thought it fit! Peeta's death was the hardest thing for me to write ever! I decided the final 3 should be Katniss, Clove, and Thresh because it was the most possible and I decided that Peeta should die there because it would be the easiest to write it in. Please review!

~MiKayla

Oh, by the way, I might do a chapter 2 on this without Peeta dying!