I gave up. I failed her. She could've lived. She should've lived.
The world is cruel. The Capitol is heartless. For years I trained tirelessly at their Academy so that I could learn how to kill.
Only now do I see how twisted it all was.
I will never forgive myself for not experiencing emotion until the weight of Clove's dead body pulled my soul into consciousness.
I will never forgive myself for not telling her that I loved her.
But it doesn't matter anymore. Not even winning. Everything is in past tense.
No wonder the bite of her mutt hurt the most. Death will be a blessing, one I don't deserve.
Clove. It hurts every second of every day, that she doesn't know what she always meant to me.
I love you, Clove. I always have.
Failing to save you was my last regret. Goodbye, for now.