I watched as the love of my life faded away, as he grew apart from me. We were so close before, we were one being, he was my beacon of light and he still is. But he is gone. Now, he's married, has children, lived a life without me. He's forgotten me, but I sure haven't forgotten him. It started ten years ago. He started to always go to the bakery, day and night, working long hours. I don't know why, but I suspect it was because one of his co-workers was also there. Elizabeth. I met her before when I went to pick up Peeta for lunch. Beautiful, really. I'm no comparison to her. She has luscious blonde hair and cute hazel eyes. No wonder Peeta fell for her. They went out to dinner, and I felt stab after stab of jealousy hit my heart. He claimed they were friends, but I saw the look in his eyes. The look he used to give to me. He still talked to me, laughed. But it was as if I was just his friend now, and she was the wife. I hated it. I fought with Peeta, but he never budged. Always said he would never leave me. Until the day he did. I was screaming at him for not spending any time with me, you know my temper. But he lost it and slapped me. Slapped me. We both froze, lost in silence and surprise. I collapsed, my heart finally shattered into miniscule pieces all over the earth. Then he left. Packed his bags and just walked away from the dysfunctional life with me. Now, he has children. A girl named Gabby and a boy named Reid. I met them once, when I visited District 4 to get away from haunts of District 12. We were both utterly taken back. Elizabeth didn't recognize me. Peeta invited me into his house there but I declined. I felt the heartbreak of the divorce all over again. Now I'm alone in my house. No one cares about me. The exact opposite of the life I pictured with Peeta. Children, love, all taken away. But I'm fine, I'll come back stronger and Peeta will see.
