A/N: Short. I was inspired by this watch?v=OVwPXFdfRuY (attach to the Youtube URL).
It's cold outside but I don't step backward. I breathe out and my words kiss the frozen air. It is seconds before midnight. Seconds before midnight.
I walk, my boots drawing patterns on the wet ground. I walk tall, yet I am drowning. I walk tall because I know this will be okay. That I will still be with him.
But I don't know. All I know is that he must still be here. He must be there, waiting for me too. He must be there with his assuring eyes and hands, offering his hand for me to take. He must be there so I could leave with him at the same time.
But he's not there.
I know it. Because when I see our tree, there is no boy with the bread. There is no baker. There is no man who owns my heart. Not in this world. Not while I have my feet on the ground. I can feel my face crumpling, my knees wobbling, my head spinning. But I refrain from breaking down now. I can do that while I am not on my feet anymore.
The rope in my hand pulls me forward, nearer the trunk. I see the branches, strong and outstretched, as if also searching and longing for its lover to come back.
Please come back.
I realize I am not as brave as he was, but I need to be. I need to be courageous so that I could be free. So that I can finally, truly fly. Finally be with him again.
So when I plant myself suspended in the air, dangling from a rope of death, I try to die happy. Because Katniss Everdeen is meeting Peeta Mellark again.