Author's Note: From the looks of it, I don't think I'm going to make this story very long but who knows; I may change my mind.
Disclaimer: I don't own the hunger games or it's characters. All credit goes to Suzanne Collins
Katniss's POV
2 years later..
"When does your flight come in tomorrow, I think I can bribe my boss into letting me-" I begin.
"Katniss," He says in a sorrowful voice.
"Yeah," I stop ranting.
"I- I- Baby, I'm sorry," He apologizes.
"Peeta, what are you talking about?" I ask, suddenly scared of what his answer could be.
"I," He sighs." I- I can't come home."
"But you graduated, you-" I begin.
"I just- Please understand before- " He begins but I cut him off.
"Understand what?!" I lose my patience.
"I-I'm going to stay in New York to-"He begins but I tune him out.
It suddenly clicks. He doesn't want to come back because he's probably tired of me but to nice to admit it. Peeta was never one to hurt someone's feelings.
"You're- You're tired of me," I manage to say, slightly above a whisper.
"NO! NO! THAT'S NOT IT!" He yells into the phone.
"It sure sounds like it," A tear slips out my eye.
"NO! I SWEAR TO YOU I'M NOT!" He shouts." I Just- I want to see if I can start a business."
I grip the phone and fight the feels of sadness.
"How long?" I ask in a hushed tone." How long until you come home?"
"I-I don't know," He answers.
"I'm not going to stop you because it's been your dream since you were ten to start a business," I say." Just...get home to me as soon as you can."
"I will. I promise." He says.
"Don't make promises you can't keep," I say before I click.
One year later...
I tap my fingers as I wait for his call. He promised me he would call me today.
I know I shouldn't be so hard on him since he's got to run two bakeries but we haven't talked in over two weeks.
He sent me a text earlier and we texted the whole afternoon. He told me he'd call me today at six. It's currently Six- ten.
I wait for another ten minutes and it becomes twenty. Twenty becomes thirty and thirty becomes an hour.
At seven twenty six, my phone starts to ring.
I clench my jaw and answer at the fifth ring.
"I'm so sorry, Katniss! There was a mix up with-" He begins.
"With what? The stocks again?!" I yell." When you promise me something; do it!"
"I didn't do it intentionally!" He says.
"Just like those other eight times!" I hiss.
He doesn't say anything for a good ten seconds.
"I'm doing the best I can here," He speaks up.
"It doesn't seem so," I add.
He sighs and says," I'm really sorry...but I promise-"
"You don't have to keep promising," I say and ready myself for the next part," because we're through."
"Katniss! No- please don't do this!" He shouts into the phone.
"This isn't working out Peeta!" I yell." You're busy twenty-four-seven! There's no room for us!"
"Don't say that! We can make it work!" He yells.
"Peeta, I've tried and tried my best but nothing seems to get better. Instead it gets worse!" My voice cracks.
"I'll do anything, I'll-" He cries.
"Bye, Peeta," I say.
"No! No! KATNISS, WAIT-" He shouts.
A tear rolls down my cheek as I end the call.
Author's Note: Review and tell me what you all thought. Some credit goes to a guest who reviewed.