Dedication: SopranoGhostWriter

PuppetMunster: I laughed at your last comment! It's A-M-E-T-H-Y-S-T. I have no idea what I just did O.O

Jing1: I HAVE NO IDEA! I'm just as boggled as you guys are.

Writer With No Words: There will be more of Cato's family! I just love flashbacks! Yep, you're right, President Snow is at the end of my... I don't really have a weapon. I'm going to have to borrow Cato's sword to finish that *beep* off!

Trollalalala: Here's another quick update! I will definitely make her death one to remember!

HermioneandMarcus: Thanks! I'll keep that in mind ;)

Phoenix Retribution: I'm thirstier! Let's kill Macy together. What's say?

HungerGamesLove12: Me too! *slaps Macy* *slaps Macy again* *slaps Macy again*

SopranoGhostWriter: Yeah, she's like the mother of all villains. Hate her guts. Here's a chapter dedicated to you! Thanks for commenting!

Amethyst watched the snowflakes fall to the ground, covering the grass in a white blanket. The cold wind hit her face and her lips were already cracked. Even though she was wearing a warm jacket, gloves and a wool hat, she still felt cold. She saw everyone slowly begin to close their windows and doors, trying to keep the cold out. But she stayed outside, walking in the deserted sidewalk. It had been four months since she had won the Games. It seemed like an eternity. Amethyst had been granted one wish and the Victory tour had been cancelled. She wasn't up for it. Not after she heard the breaking news which Caesar Flickerman had been given the honor of exposing, "Cato Ditches Recently Crowned Victor Wife For President's Granddaughter". Amethyst hadn't said anything when she'd heard it. She had locked herself in her room while Finnick tried to get through to her. She shut him out. Max called. She didn't pick up the phone. Her mother tried talking to her when she came back to District 2. She told her that she was fine. Jay was mad but she told him that it was for the best. Macy and Cato were interviewed together but she didn't watch. She couldn't. Instead, she busied herself in preparing for her babies to be born. Twins. Both boys. They were the tiny flame of hope left in her. Hope for a better future. Hope for a better life. Hope that they would stay with her forever. She had lost many people who had promised to stay with her. Her sister, her father, Spike, Lilla, Gash, Clove,... Cato. Empty promises. Maybe when Phoenix and Python were born, she could tell them about their father. But right now, it was too painful to talk about him. It was too painful to think about him.

Amethyst began walking back to her house. Her house, not the one she had shared with Cato. It was large, just as the previous one had been. And it was empty. Amethyst's mother had decorated every inch of it but it was still empty. Amethyst remembered going to the other house. She remembered seeing Cato everywhere, laughing and smiling. She never went there again. She stayed in her house, wandering from one room to the other, feeling as empty as the house. Max came over a lot. He tried talking to her. She told him that everything was alright. He didn't believe her. He began giving up, losing hope. He watched his younger sister's eyes go hollow. He watched her smile blandly. He saw her face rid itself of any emotion. And he yearned for a laugh. A small giggle that would reassure him that in some way, his sister was still in there, fighting back. But he never heard it and soon he forgot how her laugh had sounded, how her real smile had looked. And he yearned for it even more. He had lost a sister before and now he was losing his other one. He couldn't help her, even though he was right there. But he had promised himself that no matter what, he would always stay right there.

Amethyst opened the door to her house and then locked it behind her. Colette and Ralph had come with her. They had wanted to themselves. They wanted to be with the one person who treated them like humans and not slaves. Amethyst gave Ralph a small smile before walking into the living room. Finnick had come to visit her a few days back. He always came with Annie and sometimes with their son, Jason. They had helped Amethyst decorate the nursery. Two of the walls had been painted blue with green trimmings and the other two were green with blue trimmings. The green side had a blue crib and closet that was painted by Annie. The blue side had a green crib and closet. Amethyst had bought stuffed toys and there was a huge mountain of various stuffed toys in the middle of the room. She had stuck glow-in-the-dark stars onto the ceiling. It looked wonderful and Amethyst had thanked both of them for helping her. After they left, she had stood in the room as tears flowed down her cheeks, not for the first time in the past four months. She was remembering Cato's words, "When we get back to District 2, we'll decorate a nursery for Phoenix. And we'll buy him lots of stuffed toys and stick glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling so that he can look up at them. We'll paint the whole room green and blue. And we'll spoil him. We'll give him everything he could ever want. Maybe we could have a daughter next?" Amethyst remembered the way his eyes had lit up at the mention of a daughter. How excited he looked as if he wanted the baby to be quickly born so that he could get Amethyst pregnant again and finally have his own daughter. But Amethyst could never given him one now.

Colette handed Amethyst a cup of hot chocolate and kissed her head. The woman was like Amethyst's second mother. Amethyst was drinking the hot drink when she felt a pang of pain shoot through her. She put the cup down and then felt it again. She let out a small squeak and wrapped her arms around her belly. "C-Colette. Colette!" She yelled as the pain began to overcome her. Colette came running back and placed a hand on Amethyst's shoulder, "What's wrong?"

"I think my water just broke."

Four months, thirteen days, fifteen hours and three minutes. That's how long he had been apart from her. Four fucking months, thirteen fucking days, fifteen fucking hours and three fucking minutes. He hadn't even said good-bye. There wasn't a single second of the day when he didn't think of her. He thought about her eyes, her big eyes. Her black hair. Her sweet smile. Her comforting hugs. Her gentle touch. Everything. Everything he loved about her. And he wanted to hold her and tell her again and again how much he loved her. Every night when he climbed into the bed to Macy, he thought of her. Only her. The only person who had given her heart to him. And he had broken it. He knew he had. He knew that no matter what he did, he could never mend it. And when he was alone, he cried. He cried until he had no more tears and then he curled up in a corner and dreamed of her. Even though he had hurt her, he would've never let President Snow kill her. Her life was more precious then his. He would do anything for her. And he had. He knew he had. And he had lost her. That thought made him cry more. Macy hated it when he had red eyes. But he didn't care. He cared about her only. His beautiful jewel. His Amethyst.

Four months, thirteen days, fifteen hours and five minutes.