A/N: I revisited my old stories on the site today, and I realized that I never finished this one. Apologies in advance :(
-InMyHeartofHeart
Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games.
"No matter how much suffering you went through, you never wanted to let go of those memories."
― Haruki Murakami
Prologue:
A young woman raced through the ever-pouring rain and crowded streets, seemingly unaware that she could slip at any given moment onto the hard pavement beneath her feet. The raindrops felt icy against her olive skin, doing absolutely nothing in easing the tension within her sore muscles. Anyone who saw this girl sprinting by them would be lucky to catch even the slightest glimpse of the fear hidden solidly behind her eyes, the desperation that urged her into continuing, even though she was close to collapsing from exhaustion.
Katniss Everdeen had received the call only minutes ago. Just the mere thought of it made her feel as if a thousand knives were being driven into her own heart. There had been an accident.
She didn't know why she was acting this way, when she and Peeta had called their relationship off months ago. Whether it was due to the love she claimed to no longer feel for him, or because Katniss simply couldn't afford to lose anyone else, she couldn't answer.
Love is a thief in the night. One never knows the reason behind the taking of their heart, only that they are willing to risk leaving it in the hands of the culprit, knowing it carries the potential to be shattered entirely. This was Katniss' first mistake. Trusting the boy enough not to hurt her in the end.
And now here she was, rushing into the emergency unit uninvited, screaming at the doctors to let her in, trying to fight her way through nurses and security, all for a boy whom had once saved her life—a boy who, against her wishes, had stolen her heart.
A thousand memories flashed through her mind in a single moment of clarity. She remembered innocent kisses on her front porch, the tinging warmth of his fingers caressing her face, the soothing sound of his heartbeat lulling her to sleep. She remembered a pair of strong and steady arms holding her at night, drawing away the nightmares, always there when she needed them. She remembered the feel of his soft blonde curls on her face as she woke up every morning, her body firmly pressed against his own.
She remembered everything, and yet, in that moment, Katniss knew she had nothing. Not anymore.
To think, it all started and ended with a single loaf of bread.