I was listening to this song and I realized just how much it suited the Katniss/Peeta relationship in Mockingjay. So, this is where this popped up.

Enjoy!

Alone Again

'Till now, I've always got by on my own.

I never really cared until I met you.

And now it chills me to the bone,

How do I get you alone?

I stared at the clock. What time was it again? I tried to concentrate, but my eyes kept on blurring it. Sighing, I just gave up and laid down again. How could this have happened? I looked over at the sliding glass door that separated me from Peeta. Up until this point, I thought I could do it all alone. Honestly, I thought I could have lived all of my life depending on only myself. But then I met Peeta and it changed everything. But it now chills me to the bone. How am I going to be able to talk to him again without him trying to murder me?

The phone call,

Can you stop the free-fall?

Can you be the reason I could see beyond the lies,

If I keep holding on,

I hear you,

Can you stop the screaming?

Did you stop believing,

I can feel you letting go,

I can't be alone tonight.

''Miss Everdeen?'' I looked up. ''We think we have found a way for you to communicate with Peeta.''

''Really?'' I jumped up and looked at the person hopefully. He nodded slowly and I followed him to a white circular room. In the middle was a simple gray telephone. My heart sank. I had hoped that I could talk to Peeta face to face. But, I'm guessing that he would try and choke me again if he did see my face. Well, it was better than nothing.

As my hand hovered above the telephone, I sent a mental message to Peeta. Please, Peeta. Help me see beyond this war, the lies, the bloodshed. If I keep holding on to you, will you help stop my screaming? Will you stop the nightmares that plague me? Will you try and stand up for me again? I don't want you to stop believing. I don't want you to let me go. I don't think I can survive another night alone.

When you said I could move one and go,

you said I'm weak and it shows.

I couldn't go on without you.

''Peeta?'' I said nervously.

''Katniss?'' I heard him say.

''Peeta! Oh, thank goodness! I just want to say-''

''Look,'' he cut off. ''I don't care what you want to say to me right now. You're a mutt. A weak one now, but a mutt. Maybe I fell for you before, but I'm not going to make that mistake again.'' With this, he hung up.

My hand shook. ''Peeta? Peeta"Peeta?'' I screamed uselessly into the phone. ''Peeta?''

''He hung up. There is nothing you can do,'' said the man that had brought me here.

Now I'm sitting in this house alone,

wondering why I left home,

and I'm hoping that you know that

I couldn't take it. I ran out of the room, out of the hospital, out into the hallway, and into my room. I locked the door and plopped down on my bed. I grabbed a pillow and hugged it. Burying my face into it, I let the tears stream out. After that, came the hysterical sobbing. And finally, after hours of crying, I felt like an empty shell. I sat up and looked around. What was I doing here? Why did I volunteer for the Hunger Games? Why wasn't I home?

Peeta, I was really hoping that you knew that until the Hunger Games, I always got by on my own. I really didn't care until I met you. And all this pain and loneliness has chilled me to the bone. Thinking about it now, I wonder if I'll ever be able to talk to you alone ever again.

'Till now, I've always got by on my own.

I never really cared until I met you.

And now it chills me to the bone,

How do I get you alone?