It had been three months since the Games, the Victory Tour was over, and Myles and I still weren't on good terms in the least bit. He still hated me for cheating on him, and honestly I couldn't blame him. Despite my need to move on about my relationship with Cato, I couldn't bring myself to it and maybe that was what was keeping me from talking to Myles. I could have called on several occasions, but I never did.

Today was the day I had to talk to him, or else I probably never would again. Shakily, I put my hand on the phone and dialed his number.

"What, Danielle?" He snapped. At least he answered.

"We need to talk."

I heard him sigh heavily. "What's there to talk about? You cheated on me, end of story." He kind of had a point, even though I hated to admit that.

"Yeah, I know I fucked up," I began, "but…how many times have I forgiven you?"

Myles stayed quiet. "You're right. But, I have to know…"

"Know what?"

"Was it real for you, or was it just real for me?"

"Myles, it was always real for me. I was never faking it. I loved you…and him."

I waited.

"So…you actually loved me?"

"Yeah." I murmured, fighting back tears. "I miss you, Myles."

"I miss you too, Danielle." He said quietly.

"Can…" I trailed off.

"Can I what, baby?" He asked softly.

I pursed my lips and stared at the floor of my empty house. "Can you come over?"

"Of course. I'll be over in a second, Danielle." He paused. "I love you."

"Love you, too." I hung up and smiled to myself. I watched Myles walk across the lawn in a white tank top and jeans, with his muscles ripping from his arms. He opened the door without knocking and came over to me, smiling.

"I'm so sorry about the-"

"Danielle." He said.

"Yeah?"

He held my face in his hands. "Shut up."

"Ok." I said quietly. He kissed me and for some reason, I didn't want him to. Maybe it's because the last person I kissed was Cato. I kissed him back though, faking every bit of it just for his satisfaction and not my own. Tears streamed down my face still as I let him take control. He put his hands in the back pockets of my shorts, and I painfully put my arms around his neck. Me starting to apologize was stupid. How could I ever apologize for truly loving someone? How could I ever love Myles again? But, I kept faking: biting his lips and taking off his shirt. As much as I hate to say it, I didn't want him anymore. My only hope was forgetting, just like it had been during training. I was back to thinking make me forget even though I should be enjoying this. Sadly, I was good at this, and I shouldn't be.

I knew what was coming though. He unhooked my bra, and I knew I couldn't keep going, but I did.

We had sex, needless to say, and my whole body hurt and I wanted to start crying again. I did the opposite, to my dismay. I curled up under the blankets next to Myles, rubbing his chest.

"I love you." He said.

"I love you, too." I said back.

"What's wrong?" He looked down at me.

I stayed silent.

"You still miss him, don't you?"

I nodded, expecting him to be angry.

"It'll get better…I…lost my brother in the Games."

I looked at him.

"District 1's girl tribute killed him. It was the 70th Games that year." I remembered. Michael Jury and Kayla Mise were the only two left, and then Kayla stabbed him like Peeta stabbed Cato.

"Sorry."

"It get's easier. I promise it does. I never thought I could move on, but I did." He paused. "You never forget, though. Once you witness something like that, you're never the same as you were before."

He was right, but it didn't change anything let alone help. Cato was gone, and he wasn't coming back. I knew that, but it didn't change the fact that I missed him and probably always would. There was one thing Myles was right about though: I wouldn't ever be the same again. I hoped that District 12 was rotting away in hell and starving everyday because of what they did to Cato.

"I need to be alone." I got up, put my clothes on, and started walking to the train station. I was going to District 2, because I knew that they gave all of their fallen tributes headstones, and I respected that greatly.

After buying my ticket and boarding the bus, I began to cry. I never forgot his last words and our last kiss. It was haunting to be honest.