Let Me Go On Without You

A/N: Hi guys another fic I made ages ago but only found now. Please rate, review and check out my other stories if you like this! x

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Katniss POV

'Peeta! Peeta!' I called out, my throat hoarse.

I knew it was stupid for me, especially with two bloodthirsty Careers lurking God knows where, but it had been days since the last time I had seen a tribute, Rue. Rue. I was carrying her pack on my shoulders, was wrapped in her coat as well as my own, and I only had to breathe to take in her flowery scent.

I scaled along a stony brook adjacent to a small stream. I sat down by the stream, filled my flask with water and examined Rue's pack. Some crackers, a homemade slingshot, some arrows she'd stashed for me, and some groosling. I had never tasted something so succulent in ages. I polished off half of the leg with a cracker and a big gulp of stream water. It was my own feast.

I packed up everything and then journeyed through a rocky plateau. This arena has everything, I noted to myself as I came across a small cave.

Then the cannon sounded.

I heard it loud and clear and winced. Who was left? Me, Thresh, Cato, Peeta and Clove. Oh, and Foxface! I always forgot about her. She has played it so sneaky and clever, the Capitol are properly beside themselves with laughter about her. I hope they choke on their laughter.

But it could be her. Maybe the Careers have finally found a way for their colossal brute strength to overpower her superior intelligence. Then I dwell shortly on the thought a Career has died. Maybe they've turned on each other and fought to the death. The idea of an injured Cato – I've seen Clove with a knife – walking around the arena leaves me optimistic for when I've found Peeta. We could do it, him and me.

Or its Thresh. He was always on Cato's mind, that such a strong, fearless tribute could ever be reaped from such a poor, poverty-stricken district. But no one has seen him since the Cornucopia. Why couldn't it have been me who could find some distant meadow to hide in? Thresh could have held up, I'm sure.

And then I wonder if its Peeta. He was with the Careers. He's turned on me, the Capitol and our star-crossed lovers act and perhaps is paying for it?

It can't be Peeta. It just can't be. He's the boy with the bread.