Disclaimer: I am not Suzanne Collins; I do not own the Hunger games trilogy.

A/N- Thanks so, so much everyone who reviewed! It totally made my week! I was so, so worried about writing my first story, and I cannot believe people actually favorited my story! You are all amazing!

Next, this song is dedicated to the song "Fireflies" by Owl city! I spent 2 hrs and 45 min listening to it while doing my homework, so yeah. (I do not own the song either.)

As promised, this chapter is in Katniss POV! Enjoy!

Katniss POV:

I open my eyes after another long sleep. The sun is high in the sky, but I do not have the will to get up. Sleep has been the same for me. If I have a nightmare, I am reminded that Peeta is not here to comfort me. My heart aches knowing he will never hold me as I scream, never to whisper in my ear soothingly… The nightmares are coming unceasingly, never to be quelled. Sleeping is agony, but it still wins over the empty feeling I get when I wake to not find Peeta beside me. I feel so drained of all emotions, so vacant.

I do not know which is worse: The nightmares or the dreams. The nightmares scare me to insanity, but the dreams are about Peeta. I have dreams about Peeta and me on the roof, in the cave…the few moments of happiness in the chaos of my life since the reaping. When I wake up, I feel sadder than ever, finding my dreams not a reality. It all comes back to the reaping. The reaping. Why did it have to be Prim? I must have asked myself this a million times. Why is the world like this? We know from history that North America was a time of peace and prosperity. How could the Capitol do this? How could they let everything fall apart to the point where they watch children die? To the point where they enjoy watching children die? I hate them with every ounce of my being. I need to place the blame somewhere, so if anything happens to Peeta, I will take it out on them. But nothing can happen. Life would be unbearable.

Do I love him? I do not know.

Can I live without him? Never.

A knock comes at the door, but no one comes in. It must be time to get up. The thought is unbearable. I lay my head back on the pillow, overwhelmed with thoughts. I stare out the window. Where are you, Peeta? Are you looking at the sun, too? Will you ever see the sun again?

A knock comes to the door, louder this time, disrupting my thoughts. "Come in." I say quietly.

Gale comes in for the first time in days. He stares at me with worried, pitying gray eyes.

"Hi, Katniss." He says with a sorry look in his eyes.

A pang of guilt crosses me. I should have talked to him, but my thoughts were consumed with Peeta, and Gale and Peeta still do not live peacefully together in my mind.

"Hi, Gale." I reply sadly.

"Katniss, can we please talk? Please?" Gale asks. The guilt grows deeper. I nod my head yes.

"Katniss, you have got to snap out of it. I know Peeta meant a lot to you, but you need to stay strong." Gale says matter-of-factly.

I open my mouth in response, but then the words hit me. Peeta meant a lot to you. He thinks there is no hope already. He is not going to even try. No, no, no….

No! This is all wrong! Peeta has saved me countless times; he would give his life for me! We have to try, at least!

Seconds go by, and when I say nothing, Gale continues. "Look, all I want to say is you have to do something. You cannot just sit in here all day. I think you just need to do anything, but you will never get over Peeta this way." Gale gets up regretfully and looks at me with his sad eyes. It bothers me greatly. Gale has never pitied me this way. I feel like I have let him down.

It would not be the first person I have let down.

Peeta was counting on me. He never asked anything from me, ever. He only gave, and I never have had enough heart to give anything back. Gale is wrong. As long as I live, I will never get over Peeta. One way or another, I am going to get him back, if we are both living or not. I am going to take Gale's advice. I am going to do something. I am going to get him back.

Gale leaves the room. He would never approve of me going off on my own. In fact, I am sure he would make me stay, even if by force. I need to make a plan. How am I going to get off the hovercraft without anyone noticing me in time? I am not sure. But there has to be a way. As long as I remember Peeta, there will always be a way to get to him.

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A/N: Thanks for reading! Sorry if this chapter was a bit slow. Thoughts and feelings needed to be explained before I moved on. Next chapter will be from Peeta's POV. Do not worry, action will be coming from both characters very, very soon!

Thanks so much! Please review!!