Even though I feel my heart pumping the blood through my veins, know it is pounding against my chest, for some reason I just cannot tell it is there. Really there, I mean.
Some hollow feeling overtook it from the happiness it once could barely contain. This occurred around the time when Katniss informed me that she had been pretending to be in love with me for the cameras.
I know she loves Gale. Everybody did.
Still, I let myself get carried away, blinded by what I wanted to see. Whenever I paint anymore, it always portrays the emptiness inside.
Author's note;
It feels as if I have not posted anything in awhile.
I have a lot of stuff written, but have not done anything recently.
Now all of my Twilight fics are Betaed up to par so I can post them soon.
This one was edited by Delta (deltadecapitated) who did a fabulous job, as always.
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