I'm so sorry! It's been like a month since I updated. I take full responsibility of my mistake! School started and I have 3 after school activities, not to mention homework!

Cinna sort of pushed Anthul out and pulled me in before I could utter a word. I distractedly confided my stylist about the problem with Faye, and he agreed to talk to Anthul about it. But then...

"Anthul's still outside waiting for you, Katniss. You can tell him yourself." He grinned and winked. I blushed, trying to cover it as I opened the door.

My breath caught in my throat the the sight of Anthul's eyes. "Anthul," I mumbled, not taking my eyes off him.

He nodded and touched my arm. "Katniss."

I gulped. "Um, I - I was just talking with Cinna. I hope you weren't too busy with him -"

"Oh, no, it's fine. I was just discussing with him about the funeral. President Kritzty ordered us to make it big and formal but not too exciting, so we have to make it just perfect... for Haymitch." Not the President.

A breath caught in my throat. I still was stunned that Haymitch was gone. Because of a habit, often I'd assume Haymitch was passed out somewhere from too much consumption of alchohol, but after a few hours, it'd wash over me that he was dead. Dead.

I was feeling a little faint when Cinna called, "Katniss, that was Anthul, wasn't it?"

Anthul responded to his uncle quickly, "We'll be right back, Cinna." Since I really could not recall what I was doing in Cinna's room, I agreed. Anthul delitcately took one of my wrists and lead me out, closing the door behind him. He hadn't noticed the breakdown I almost had. "We're just gonna go to my room to chat. Is that okay?"

"Yea," I said softly and a tad bit quickly.

Anthul opened the door for me. Oh, the gentleman he was. All my cluttered emotions instantly flew out. For the moment, at least. I took a seat on his bed, my fingers tracing the design of the mattress.

We were alone. In a room. Again. The last time this had happened, I'd been kissed and felt happy and sad and guilty about it.

I'd been sitting sideways, so when Anthul took a seat right next to me, we were facing directly at each other. Not that it was uncomfortable. No, it wasn't...

Suddenly I turned pink and looked down. In no time at all, a hand was cupped under my chin and pulled forward. Our lips were just a hairline apart. I was breathless.

Then I pulled away. All sorts of people I loved were in my head now. Haymitch, if he were still here and knew about me and Anthul, would remark, "Sweetheart, do your tributes a favor and wait for the boy when you're done with your job." Gale would look at Anthul disgustedly and be overprotective of me, despite the fact we weren't exactly best friends anymore. Prim and Lare and maybe their kids too would be tracking Anthul's every move.

But what about Peeta? If both Peeta and I had survived the Games, would we still be a couple? Would I have these feelings for Anthul? Would Peeta have approved? I choked back a sob.

"Anthul... I... I..." I couldn't get the right words to explain how I felt, but I didn't want to confide to him either. "I just... can't." I got up, tears brimming in my eyes. I wasn't about to cry because of Anthul, but he didn't know that. I didn't want him to know either. I whispered, "Sorry," and left to my room, where I spent the rest of the horrible day.

Really short, I know, but I'm just so busy! Maybe if I get more reviews, I'll post sooner...? (HINT. HINT.)